Maze Runner Greenie Novels & Stories

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?”

"If I step left, you step left. If I stop, you freeze. If you touch a glowing rock, you lose the hand." I led them into the maze. It was a surreal procession. Neoma the Rat leading the Unit Vanguard through the intestines of the world. We navigated piles of garbage that shifted and groaned under our weight. I guided them past pools of liquid that looked like water but smelled of acid and melted rubber. "Don't step there," I warned Barzil, grabbing his arm. He looked down. A patch of ground rippled. Not mud. Quicksand made of industrial sludge.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

I drove quickly, only thinking about returning to Pack Center quickly. … *Darian's POV I was the first one out of the Mystical Maze, and I won even though I didn't transform into a wolf. That created a unique mark for me, making a deep impression on people's hearts. In fact, the key to getting through this maze is intelligence, flexibility, and talent. If you turn into a wolf, it is a disadvantage for you because your body will encounter many obstacles in some cases. A typical example is a case I encountered, which was a robot room. In the robot room, there are three gigantic robots; they attack anything that moves in front of them. I was put into that room with three other contestants, who

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.

Rayne gave me a sideways glance, eyes glowing with playful challenge. “Ready?” he asked, his green eyes gleaming. “Always,” I replied. And with that, he surged forward, starting the race. I shot forward after him, my body moving on instinct. To my surprise, it wasn’t hard to pull ahead. Whether it was because my smaller frame made me faster or because he was letting me win, I didn’t know but it didn’t matter. The exhilaration was real. The wind whipped against my fur, cool and sharp, and joy burst through me like sunlight. Childlike joy bubbled in my chest, like I had just been handed my favorite candy.

It's emerald green. I keep studying the dagger and then smile to myself. Maze is incredibly suspicious. "Where did you get the dagger from? I don't remember you having one before," This time, Maze grimaces and sticks her fingers into her tunic to withdraw her necklace. Her fingers are playing with the glowing gemstone. In return, I stare down at it and realize I'm snoopy. I should just leave Maze alone. She is my mate, someone I can trust—I shouldn't put her against the spot and treat her like a villain.