Maze Runner Janson Novels & Stories

Most recruits hesitated here, afraid of the slippery, narrow plank that stretched over deep mud. Casey didn’t hesitate. She sprinted across, her arms relaxed at her sides, her movements perfectly controlled. The crowd was silent now. No one had expected this. But Jason wasn’t impressed yet. His gaze flickered towards the building, Lucas who stood at the window of his office upstairs, arms folded, watching with a carefully unreadable expression. The last challenge loomed ahead—the 200-pound dummy, meant to simulate carrying an injured teammate through enemy lines. This was where most people broke.

Jennifer stood in front of Jasmine and yelled, "Run, Jaz! Or I'll never speak to you again!" "Jen, hang in there. I'll get help!" Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran as fast as she could. Rhino grinned and said, "Raven, she's all yours." Raven laughed menacingly and said, "She couldn’t run away from me!" With a single leap, he chased after Jasmine. Jasmine had good physical abilities, but despite being the women's sprinting champion at her university, her speed was insignificant for Savant Grandmasters like Raven.

McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen. Red hair. Soft face. Out of place. Interesting. "Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating. "Uh... she's new. Ticket booth." McLauren didn't look at him. "Name." "Mona." Silence. Long. Heavy. McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.

Perhaps, I won’t make it out of here, this time. When he doesn’t move, I stand still and stare him down till he says in a booming voice that matches his stature, “I assume you are Jason. My name is Marion, and I am here to take you back with me so the organization can have a talk with you. Don’t put up a fight or you may end up with a few broken bones.”

"Come on Laney, let's get the hell out of here this minute!" "Where do we go? The entire forest is so shady right now, can't you see..?!" "I know Laney, but let's go look for an hideout. Let's go...!" "Oh my God...! They're coming after us!" Jelnimia screamed as she heard footsteps behind her. She felt the floor shake in all directions and turned to look behind her, all she saw was a vast shadow looming over her. Then a claw hand from out of nowhere grabbed her leg and she tumbled to the ground. "Please help me... Help me Malison...!" She cried out bitterly, her eyes fluttering with pure terror.

The two of them fought fiercely! Joshua’s heart sank when he realized that no matter how fast he moved, the infrared dots fixed on him could keep up with his rhythm. This was going to be extremely difficult. If things were to go astray, he wolf definitely be shot in back. What should he do now? Joshua was racking his brains. “Trash, die!” Joniss was getting more and more arrogant. She seized the opportunity and managed to land a kick on Joshua. He fell to the ground and coughing violently.

I realized it was Johnson, one of my co-racer and friend. I haven't used my nitro yet, and I'm not on my full speed too. I drove past number 03 until I was only inches away from number 02. "CAN YOU BELIEVE YOUR EYES?! THE BOSS IS BACK! YOU HEAR ME? THAT'S THE BOSS!" Emcee CJ. I smirked, that's right... I'm the boss. I can already see the finish line. Too bad for racer number one which is on the lead right now, he used his last nitro earlier.

PAIN RECEPTORS ACTIVE. Ren dropped to one knee on the floating concrete platform of the Quarantine Zone. He was gasping, tasting phantom blood in his mouth. He looked at his hands. His Wraith armor was perfectly rendered, but every time he moved, a sharp spike of digitized pain shot up his arm. "You okay, Gunman?" Ren looked up. Jax was standing there, the golden Admin Key glowing softly around his neck. Behind Jax stood the Ghost Army—thousands of banned players, armed and waiting.

Day 1 "Run!" Ashren roared. His voice echoed off the jungle canopy. Two hundred refugees stumbled through the knee-deep mud of the obstacle course we had hastily constructed. They were gasping, slipping, and falling. I sat on a crate under the shade of a palm tree, sketching diagrams in the dirt with a stick. I looked up. "They're too slow," I muttered to the corporal, who was standing beside me, clutching a clipboard. "If they move that slow in the arena, Vane’s snipers will pick them off like ducks."

Round One – The Jungle Battlefield When the lights returned, the fighters were no longer in an arena. A dense jungle surrounded them. Towering trees, thick vines, and the distant screeches of unseen creatures filled the air. The ground was uneven, roots twisting beneath their feet, and the humidity clung to their skin. Moses and Joy barely had time to adjust before the buzzer rang, signaling their first opponents—House Titan. Tristan Hope cracked his knuckles, his muscles rippling beneath his uniform. “Let’s see if House Six is more than just talk.”