Maze Runner Greenie Novels & Stories

I didn't dare to even down, I could only look forward. We reached the first obstacle. A wall slick with slime and spiked edges. Madison scrambled up with practiced speed jumping over to the other side, Peyton almost slipped but clawed her way through. Nerisse on the other hand didn't even hesitate. Her eyes glowed as she held onto the spikes without swaying. She climbed up easily and dropped to the other side making my stomach turn. My turn.

The mirror maze was perfectly built, one needed to touch the glass surface to identify between the wall and the door as it reflects everything. Everyone enjoyed the maze and was amused to find the door to exit which was soundproofed. So no one can hear others except the people who are with them. After Aaron exited through one door, Mrtyu was left all alone in six walled mirror maze, she took her mobile and found a no-signal icon. “Damn this place. No signal. They have installed the signal jammer or what?”

Slowly. Grinding metal echoed through the darkness. Lena looked around nervously. “I hate this place.” “It hates you too.” “That’s comforting.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” A white screen flickered above them. MAZE PHASE UPDATED TWO PLAYERS DETECTED ONLY ONE EXIT REMAINS Lena stared upward. “Oh come on.” Riven’s expression became unreadable again. The screen vanished. Then distant screaming echoed through the maze. Tess. Lena recognized her immediately.

segments distorting, then snapping back into place. One section of the Green line glowed a faint, reassuring red. Another shorter section of Purple glowed… differently. A faint, pulsing rose‑gold that didn’t match any of the other indicators. My Regret Mark tingled. “Which route?” the older woman asked. “We don’t have time to debate forever.” “Green is safer,” Grant said. “Longer, but less glitch.” “Purple is faster,” Jax countered. “And I like shortcuts. Bugs can be our friends if we don’t fall in them.”

I land deftly, charging towards him who missiles through a wall to fall through to the other side. I give him no chance to recuperate in the slightest, already shoving him across the floor and charging after him. Large chunks of debris obstruct my path and project toward me out of nowhere. I smash through them and see the Elf is waiting for me. My paws detach from the floor roughly and my body darts to the right, slamming against the wall there. “If you don’t hurry up, your friends in that maze will die! Haha!”

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.

I hated how quickly my mind arranged them beside everyone else who had watched from somewhere safe. Jesse squeezed my shoulder. “Forget I said anything.” That was easier to request than accomplish. We reached the maze entrance, where tall wooden panels had been covered with pine branches, ivy, and hundreds of tiny amber lights. Music drifted from somewhere inside, muffled by the thick greenery. A sign beside the entrance read: Find the moon at the center and claim your prize. Jesse studied it. “That seems suspiciously simple.” “Maybe the prize is disappointment.” “Then Ravenwood has spared no expense.”

But this time, it seemed I might not make it. "Our outfits have paints," she continued. "Mine has it, I don't know if yours do." "Yes, I can see it," someone replied. "Mine is colored white. I'm hoping yours are different." "Mine is pink." "Green." They began calling out colors. "We will use that as our tracker. From the point everyone is at now, spill the paint slowly as you navigate the maze. This will help you see if you've crossed the same path." "Understood?"

CHAPTER 125 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ Anaya, Derren, and his warrior wolves rushed across each passage, bursting through the large metal walls and cutting straight through the maze. They had run for a while, but the center was still a little far in. The maze was a complicated series of turns that went from sharp turns to curves. “How far is the center supposed to be?” Anaya asked. “Not sure, but we should be there in a few minutes,” Derren replied.

"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