Maze Runner Gladers Novels & Stories

"Ten miles west. A canyon pass." "Vane!" Tristan pointed. "Hard left! We have twenty minutes to hit that canyon!" "Hold onto your lunches!" Vane roared, spinning the wheel. The Mammoth slewed sideways, snow spraying from the treads as fifty tons of metal fought for grip. The engine roared, the Aether-injectors firing blue flames from the exhaust stacks. They raced the storm. The Canyon Pass The race to Sector 7 was a blur of white-knuckle driving.

The flight to the East was not taken on a commercial airliner or a stealth bomber. Julian and Clara traveled in the Thorne-Vance "Icarus", a solar-thermal glider that rode the high-altitude jet streams like a silent hawk. Below them, the world was a patchwork of dark continents and glowing clusters of "Feral Nodes." The silence of the cockpit was a stark contrast to the roar of the engines Julian had once commanded. He sat in the pilot’s seat, his hands steady on the yoke, while Clara studied the decrypted signal on a salvaged tablet.

Instead, a tall maze of steel and vines stood at the center, stretching into the trees beyond. A trial of instinct and survival. The rules were simple. Find your way out before sundown. No weapons. No help. The catch? You weren’t alone in the maze. Mara touched my arm before I stepped forward. “This isn’t about speed. It’s about endurance.” I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “I’ve got both.” She smiled. “Then go show them what a rogue can do.” I entered the maze last. The second I stepped in, the shadows swallowed everything. The air was thicker here, laced with magic or memory—I couldn’t tell.

Due to the unexpected events, the race schedule was delayed by two months. During that time, I built an even superior car. Thinking back to everything Jasper had done before, I laughed and uploaded all the previous car’s data online without holding back. Those with time and money could naturally follow my guides to build top‑tier racing machines. Occasionally, I even held giveaways and sent out cars that I had personally built. Just like that, two months passed. The organizer begged me for the full two months. “If you don’t participate, we’ll keep delaying the event until you’re ready!”

I had no time to even process anything. Cael crouched by the central table where a rough map of standard maze layouts had been carved into wood. “Listen carefully,” he said. “The maze changes every sixty seconds. Paths close and new ones open. Somewhere inside are three crest tokens. Each token returned to center earns points. Defensive constructs guard them.” “Constructs meaning?” I asked. “Stone wolves,” Jessie said. I stared at her “Wolves?” She smiled. “Big ones.” Roran, who rarely spoke, grunted. “Hit hard too.”

This guys are driving me crazy. Glade’s back hit the wall of a building. The wall had several cracks due to the strong impact. Marc and Raid just laughed at each other. These stupid monkeys! They’ve been fighting lately and now they act like nothing happened. Then, they just punched the one who came to mediate their issue. I could not believe them. I was taken aback when suddenly the wind changed. Raid and Marc stopped laughing, then they looked at Glade’s direction. “Flower Magic: Queen of the Night Cactus!” Glade shouted and then called out his celestial weapon.

“We’re staying submerged?” “Yes.” “We fly low?” “Yes.” “Headfirst into something ancient and possibly alive?” “Yes.” Kael smirked. “Perfect.” Rian whispered frantically to Kade, “They’re insane. We’re following insane people.” Kade sighed. “We always do.” The WING-01 glided down the narrow luminous canyon formed between ancient ruin pillars. The glowing current line the Eidolon showed drifted ahead like a silver ribbon in the water. Eryx monitored pressure levels. “Holding steady.”

Piles of clothes sat on the starting bank, right beside a bright red boundary line. “Oh, this is the Gauntlet,” Reagan said, leaning forward, eyes locked on the screens. “It’s a pure speed run, but it’s entirely unpredictable. They have to decide now: run it as a wolf, or shift and run it as a human.” Emerald eyed the dark, sprawling track. “Which one’s better?”

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he