Maze Runner Grievers Novels & Stories

It held, but the floor beneath them cracked. "I can't hold him forever!" Aurora gritted her teeth, nose bleeding. "Mia! Kael! Keep him busy!" Jackson ordered. "Alex, Kian, find his weak spot!" The Distraction: Mia and Kael didn't need to be told twice. "Hey, Space Boy!" Mia grabbed a loose steel railing. She spun and threw it like a javelin. The Harvester swatted the steel bar away with his mind, annoyed. "Pathetic." But while he was looking at Mia, Kael opened fire with a grenade launcher (scavenged from the underground market).

This cruel maze tormented the participants, intentionally impeding their progress with zombies and malignant beings. Some beastmen and women unknowingly walked into a pit of boiling lava, in a bid to find the exit. However, the worst threat within this labyrinth was the Dracevine Terrors. They were creatures born from a fusion of plants and serpents, once harvested from the forbidden forest. Arlen's mind darted toward darkness as his brother's chances remained bleak. Rufus could not risk using his core energy, and his sword was barely allowed to serve its purpose. Rufus was wearing himself out; Arlen could feel it.

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.”

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.

Rampaging WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence and mature content that may be disturbing to some readers. Discretion is advised. THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Fucking assholes." Ace's curse cut through humid night air as he stared up at the derelict building their tracker had led them to. Behind him, Kier and Kidd stood rigid. Their gazes swept over lifeless bodies strewn from the cracked concrete entrance into the shadowed interior, blood darkening the dusty floorboards visible through the doorway.

the figure said. They looked. Beneath the cracks in the earth, something was moving. Something massive. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years. "It's not a drone," Richard whispered, his face turning grey. "No," Joshua said. "It’s a Gravekeeper." The first Gravekeeper clawed its way out of the earth, its metal limbs grinding against the stone. It stood ten feet tall, its eyes burning with a cold, blue fire that made the drones look like candles.

His uncle had given him the weapon to hide in his clothes, which was cold and heavier than it looked. “What are you fools waiting for? Go after her!” Big Trey yelled at them as they ran out of the crib, down the stairs and outside the building, to see the woman closing the car door she just entered, as it sped off. “Shit!” Khalil cursed. The opportunity to redeem himself and impress the boss had been wasted. ! ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly breathed a sigh of relief in the car, as they drove out of the lower east side of the city.

The stones spray like shrapnel. And suddenly … stillness. He doesn’t move. Not a twitch. Not a breath. It’s a miracle — a goddamn miracle — that he only broke his collarbone. The Reaper is hurled sideways like a grenade. Sparks explode as it slams the ground, tumbling end over end. Pieces sheer off, clattering across the track. The fairings peel away. The engine casing scrapes and howls like a dying animal. Graham comes in. Too fast. Too hot into the corner. He never turns and speeds straight into the gravel.

It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking. “Alexander!” Ethan barked. “EMP charge — now!” Alexander dropped to one knee, fumbling with the satchel. “I only have one pulse grenade left — it’ll fry every circuit in range, including our lamps!” “Then aim it right,” Mira said. The second drone emerged from the mist — smaller, faster. It darted up the incline, claws scraping against the tunnel wall. Lorren stumbled backward, his lantern crashing into the water and hissing out.

I took the remaining one hundred and fifty… the stealthiest, the ones who moved like ghosts… for the primary strike through the tunnel. The eastern ridge was a nightmare of jagged rocks slick with dew and thorny vines that tore at cloaks and skin alike, drawing thin lines of blood that mingled with the morning chill. We crawled low in staggered formation, avoiding motion sensors buried in the soil and drone patrols humming overhead like angry hornets. The horrid stench of Black Moon hit me like a wall… acrid chemical burn from Jade’s endless experiments, wolfsbane ash thick enough to coat the back of my throat. It coated everything, seeping into clothes and lungs, a constant reminder of the