Maze Runner Janson Novels & Stories

Kamila won’t scream in my face about not breathing the right way if I’m too busy training or competing. “What’s the next event tomorrow, Jasper?” “Each contestant will be going through a maze and the first to the find the exit wins.” He explains. I nod my head, simply refocusing my mind on what needs to be done.

They were impressive. "So, we'll have snipers?" Jang asked excitedly as he inspected a gun. "Yes, in the trees. Jason is good, so we are putting him in charge of the team," Zylon explained. Jason was still in training with Master Asahi, but he had requested to fight on for our pack, for Manon. He had a good arm, and Manon and the others seemed to trust him, so why not? " These look so good. The Barlowes know their stuff," Tate mused.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Ranger smirked through bloody teeth. “Wrench. Marcus ‘Wrench’ Greene. One of the original six. The mechanic genius who helped you build this club from scrap when you were twenty-two years old.” The older members shifted uncomfortably. Jax’s face went dangerously blank for a second. Hazel stepped closer, voice rising. “What the hell is happening? Why are you all looking at me like that?” Jax turned to her slowly. His eyes were haunted, calculating. “Hazel… go outside.”

Dawn’s first pale light stretched across the horizon as Moonrunner’s engine purred to life. Jason sat at the wheel, his hands steady on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Beside him, Nathan checked the route notes on his tablet, while Mia and Aurora settled Angel and Malcolm into their seats behind Angel in her booster, and Malcolm strapped safely into his car seat. “First official run,” Jason said softly, glancing in the rear-view mirror at the two gleeful faces pressed against the glass. Angel waved excitedly; Malcolm kicked his feet, already testing the seatbelt’s snugness.

He whispered to Nancy that they would have to make a run for it because the last goon was going to be back soon with the news of what had happened to their boss and colleagues. He got the gun ready and shot at Maze as Nancy ran for the gate. Maze was a quick fisted man and in a jiffy, he got out his own gun and shot at Jason, running after both he and Nancy. They heard shouts from the other goon trying to tell Maze that he was right and that everything was wrong inside but Maze was not listening as he chased after the captives, guns blasting. Very soon, Jason could not shoot anymore because he had run out of bullets.

Either way, she was sure he only did it because he thought her defeat was inevitable and, with the way her opponent stared at her, she wasn’t sure she could disagree. She had learned that he was from the Wild Shore pack. Though he lacked the brilliant blue eyes of his home, the twist of green within them gave her the same prickle she got when she watched the sea darken as a storm rolled in. Jason was his name, his mother a Gamma wolf being his ticket into the competition. Maddie hadn’t mistaken him for another when she chose him. He was one of the contestants who had been struggling the most in that morning’s training. She knew he was her best shot at moving on to the next trial, but she cou

After the statement made by Storm, silence engulfed the room, with only the sound of Storm taking a puff audible. "Fine, let's do it." I said, extending my hand for a shake. "That is what I am talking about.You don't have anything to worry about. Jaxon would be history like every other target of mine " Storm took the handshake with a smile. As I was leaving the room, I was content that Jaxon would be history. Storm was a swift assassin and was most likely on his mission. *** Jaxon POV Meanwhile, I was heading back home from work in the middle of the night. I had stayed to sort out several documents that had been brought before my desk because of deadlines. My phone began to ring

He is a well built black man which long braids. JB is well… JB. He’s my older brother and honestly doesn’t have the best mental state. He is an adrenaline junkie and acts without thinking about the consequences. I guess all crews need to have their crazy or wild animal. JB is short for Juan-Ben. He has a scruffy beard and ginger hair. We have different fathers… thank goodness. Then there’s me. Jason Hinral. I’m the youngest of the crew and the getaway driver. “Jason, you coming?” Axel called, which made me snap out of my thoughts. The rest of the crew had already walked into the house and waited for me to join them.

I still had one good arm, even if my bad arm hurt more now than it did, I was still able to continue if needed. “I would like a shot at challenging her.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Turning around, towards the one that spoke, I understood why it sounded so familiar. It was the guard that I met on patrol before what happened with Felix. If I remember correctly, he said his name was Jason. “Jason Trevor, please enter the arena. There will be no shifting during this match.” Tate said as Jason made his way towards the center of the arena.

We pile into the main Reaper van — Sean, me, and Dad — with Mark. The rest of the team is already at the racetrack, setting up the pitbox. About sixty people in total, crisscrossing the globe together like a well-oiled circus. “I know you’ve already wrapped up the championship,” Mark says, turning in his seat to look at me, “but let’s finish strong.” Then to Sean — “You need twenty-three points to beat Graham. He’s not here — still nursing those ribs Jackson broke. Aim for a podium. That’ll put you ahead of Zaine.”