Maze Runner Newt Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe what was in front of me, and squeezed my arm fiercely, the sharp pain made me shiver, cold sweat soaked my clothes, it became obvious that this time was not in a dream. Wild roar of insects in the mountains, my scalp tingled, thinking of what the man said, is that true? I had to find my father and the others. But I just stood up I fell off my center of gravity and rolled down the stairs, scrambled to get up but fell into a large hole, the light was too dark I simply did not notice the hole.

Another bolt flew from the treeline. This one was different. It struck the scout nearest the leader straight through the leg. The man dropped, screaming. The leader spun, eyes narrowing. He hadn’t expected that shot — not on his own man, not in that direction. The ranger shifted positions. Fast. Precise. Not with us. Not with them. Independent. “Whoever he is,” Mara said, “he’s buying us time.” “Then we use it,” I replied. We moved faster still, splashing across the waterbed until the stream turned sharply and the banks rose higher on either side. The rocky walls created a natural funnel — narrow enough to slow pursuit, wide enough to let us move.

He landed on the ground with a heavy ashesive impact the gorge, rolled off and immediately came back to the feet. The commander's red eye fixed the Apex. The cannon surpassed. “Nova!” I called and my gaze flew over the battlefield. The steel coil was still caught in the ice, surrounded by the huge network of frozen, glass canals, which are like giant icles on the walls of the Gorge raised. The instinct of the craftsman clicked in. If you have no tool, use your Environment. “Nova, don’t target the beast!” I ordered and ripped my kinetic pistol up. Objective

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I could never unsee what I saw that night. “Calm down,” Kiran said and I sat down, feeling useless and helpless. I could see his mind working overtime and he finally stood up. He took his keys from the bowl and looked at James. “See if Adara needs help, I’ll be back.” I followed him to the garage and got into his Navigator when he did. He didn’t say anything as he reversed out and drove down the dirt road and onto the main road. The wheels skidded as he turned onto Lowell Point Road and raced down it.

Gilly’s eyes sparkled with laughter as she watched her friend go. “You’re a goober, Sauns. Catch you later.” Gilly knew Sauns wasn’t touchy‑feely unless she was tossing someone onto the mats, and she loved pushing her buttons. She spied the rest of her climbing gear and, just as she was about to sling it over her shoulder, the vent cover on the ceiling clanged shut. Newt’s black, fluffy body leapt down onto the bed. He raised his nose and hissed toward the door as a small puff of smoke escaped between his teeth.

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.”

"To the Trial of the Wolf King!" Jack parked the Land Rover at the designated starting line. Around them, fifty other vehicles revved their engines. Mad Max rejects, high-tech tanks, and even a guy riding a genetically modified camel. "The rules are simple," Neferet announced. "There are three rings. The Outer Ring is the Maze of Mirages. The Middle Ring is the Hunter's Den. The Center is the Throne." "First team to the Throne gets the Key," Jack translated. "And gets to live."

Kain removes the probe, leaving me trembling, still cuffed. “Night one complete,” he says, voice low. “Tomorrow, the neural maze—where you’ll run, and I’ll hunt.” He leaves me on the frame, the cameras still rolling, my body exposed, the network still buzzing with my shame and desire, already craving the next violation. My bare feet slap against the humming floor of the neural maze, a shifting labyrinth of holographic walls that flicker with distorted images of my own naked body—sweat-slicked, branded, dripping from last night’s calibration.

Whenever he looked at me like that, I felt nothing but goosebumps all over my skin, and my body was suddenly warmer than usual. “If you’re sure, we can start. There are water bottles all over the maze, so you don’t have to worry about being dehydrated. I’ll give you a twenty-minute head start because I am a very fast runner, and I will catch you if it’s less than that. All you need to focus on is getting to the end of the maze.” I agreed. I stood there to catch a deep breath and to decipher whether it was a good idea to play games with a monster, but I ultimately decided it was worth a shot. What was the worst that could happen anyway?