Maze Runner Gladers Novels & Stories

The sunlight from the open bay door caught the gold flecks in his dark eyes, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. "She’s also right," Dax said, stepping into the room. "The Road Glide has been running rough for a week. Tank, Reaper get the supplies for the North corridor run. Mia is the lead mechanic for the Championship bikes. Her word in this garage is mine. Any problems with that?" Tank let out a huff of air, shoved his wrench into a drawer, and stomped out, followed by the others. Reaper lingered for a second, giving me a measuring look, before following.

​The Flight of the Fallen ​The "Gliders" were primitive, terrifying contraptions—lattice-frames of carbon-fiber and cured leather, powered by small, volatile Sterling fuel-cells that leaked violet smoke. ​As the sun fully emerged, a blood-red disk through the ash, Kael and Nora strapped themselves into the lead glider. The Remnant pilots worked with a frantic, twitchy energy, their ears tuned to the groaning of the shifting mountains behind them. ​"Launch!" the leader cried.

I cried while I ripped the control cross to the right with all my strength, Turn Rover into the wind. In the free fall, Kael fell back to the chrome-plated roof of the steel coils. He landed with a heavy, metallic anger on all four, its claws drilled deep into the modified sheet to secure itself. He breathed hard, but a wild, triumphant grin lay on his lips. The remaining gliders of the celestial hunters saw that their prey no ordinary junk. They formed new and flew in a narrow curve back to the floating island, directly to the large wooden airship, which is still

"Aris Vance was a child playing with blocks. We are the ones who built the forest. You cannot fight the source of your own existence." From the golden grid, thousands of "Seekers" began to descend. They weren't drones or wolves. They were angels made of glass and geometry, their wings spanning the sky. They carried spears of pure data, designed to unwrite anything they touched. I looked down at the forest. I saw Sarah emerging from the trees, looking up at the sky in terror. I saw Marcus and the Glitches gathering their weapons, ready to fight a war they couldn't possibly win. They were real to me. Their pain was real. Their hope was real.

My legs buckled, then held. I wasn't a goddess anymore. I was a **Glitch in the Factory**. --- ### The Re-Entry Team Three men in white, sterile hazmat suits burst around the corner of a row of tanks. They weren't holding swords or magic pens. They were holding **Neural Prods**—long, metallic rods that hummed with enough electricity to knock a person back into a coma.

Glan laughed at his wife as they walked further inside. “How is the pod doing with training?”, Xander asked Glan. “They’re doing well, we’re trying to see where their gifts will be best utilized during the fighting. We've also chosen our six snipers and where their places will be when the war starts", he explained. "Mariana will also be placing a shield up so the rogues won’t be able to flee and even if they somehow make it passed us, the shield will kill them upon trying to leave.”, Glan spoke confidently to his sons.

As he flapped his wings while looking back, he could see the swarm of riders splitting into two; the other half tailing him. Arth kept his eyes locked on the spears that the Gunturs held, then he cast, “Glacies Materia.” Spears made of ice slowly materialized, flying along with him. This would be his opportunity to test how powerful the army was. But fear lingered at the back of his mind, as uncertain he was if they could hold off the army for long, considering how vast their numbers were. How much worse if these demon beasts would swarm the skies above Glacia?

I looked around to see Sam look at his cousin in horror and then shift and run. "Hell no" I growled and shifted to follow him. As I ran, I spotted Carla getting cornered by two hunters. In a blind rage and ran at them and literally tore through them as I passed. I paused then to check on the others. Lee and Devon were taking down a couple of warriors and I spotted Dean and James working on a few hunters. They were all winning but then I heard an howl that sent ice through my veins.

I ask Glenn, staring into the metal trunk at something that looks like rockets. “RPG rounds. The launchers are here,” he says and opens a second trunk. I start laughing. “Kieran talked you into buying them, didn’t he?” “Yeah, but he made an excellent argument,” Glenn says and gives me a sheepish grin. “I bet he did. We can’t use these man, we’ll blow ourselves up.” “No, you won’t,” Zael says from above and a second later lands next to us. “They’re really easy to use. I’ll show you how.”

He kept spectating Shifter66 as he mindlessly dove into the arena. Subsequent matches proved that the boy had celebrated too early. Matchmaking had adjusted Shifter66's opponents after he kept relying on cheap tricks. These slightly more seasoned pilots recognized the Gemini add-on and knew what it could do. Though they laughed at the 2R-E's rear-heavy appearance, they still treated their enemy seriously.