Maze Runner Janson Novels & Stories

“I’m holding the lead. Get ready to wash my dirty socks, boys.” Noah was an exceptional runner, and so was Jameson, but Lucas was a machine. With his tall, lean build, he put the Energizer Bunny to shame. Arms pumping through the home stretch, Jameson grumbled something about putting in an extra workout this week that had Noah stumbling into a laugh. Jameson and Lucas could fight it out for all Noah cared. The tones dropped, sounding the alarm for a call before anyone reached the finish line. Jameson punched his power-off button first.

Another attacker rushed him from the side. Rex pivoted, grabbed the spear shaft bare‑handed, ignoring the splintering wood biting into his palm. He dragged the man forward and drove his knee into the attacker’s throat. Bone cracked. Air left the man’s lungs in a wet gasp. Rex wrenched the spear free and hurled it back into the jungle, where another scream cut short. He stood amid bodies and smoke, something unrecognizable burning behind his eyes. “Jenna,” he breathed. Every step forward felt inevitable, as though the island itself were pulling him toward her. Pain screamed from his wounds, but it meant nothing. Fear meant nothing. There was only that name, carving a path through him like fir

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.

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

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.

He winced as he wrapped the bandages around his broken nose, his fingers moving with practised precision. The sound of his own breath filled the bathroom, a calm rhythm amidst the chaos that surrounded him. At that moment, Jason's mind became a battlefield, strategizing each move, playing out every possible scenario. He knew the impending clash with Wayne's men would be fierce, but he was ready to sacrifice everything to protect his empire.