Maze Runner Page 250 Novels & Stories

Kiera’s POV The morning started perfect. I stood at the edge of the main competition field, watching Jack and his crew mark out the final course boundaries for the Fourth Annual Steel Vultures Biker Competition. Three days until the event, until we celebrated something good, normal, and that had nothing to do with threats or ancient evils. The sun was warm on my face. “Higher on that left marker,” I called to one of Jack’s guys. “The bikes need more clearance on the turn.”

Screams went up around the arena, and my heart raced as from the ground, greenery began to rise where it had just been the arena court. They rose and rose until they formed thick high walls of trees, flowers, greenery, and several things welded together. The maze. “Of course, we have a timer,” he smirked. On cue, one of the dryads cast a large ticking clock overhead made from plants. “Last to leave the maze loses, first to leave wins. LET THE CONTESTS BEGIN!”

And to make it more annoying between each ladder and slide were very angry-looking plastic… Yes, those are monkeys. “What the fuck? Is this my mind creating this weird ass shit, or is the Shit Witch just fucking with me by literally making this a nightmare game?” I shook my head because it didn’t matter. I need to get through this maze of crap and to the finish. I take on Donkey Kong or whoever the big boss monkey is. I wish August were with me; he’s the smart one. He thinks things through and could make a strategy. He could find the pattern to these shoots and ladders. I started up the first ladder, having to dodge bananas being thrown at me.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

She saw a chair and sat down as someone made their way to the door and answered. "Good morning Penelope, how can I help?" "Good morning, Dr. Paxton. This is Luna Riley. She is visiting from the Silver Moon Pack. She's been sick all morning, and we were hoping you would see her?" "Of course, come in, Riley! Let's get you in the exam room." "Thank you, Dr. Paxton." Riley said as Dr. Paxton helped her up and led her down a hallway all the way to the back of the house to a door on the right next to a back door entrance.

Not up to twenty minutes since she slept off Jayden got into her room through the window with blood all over his body and marks from sharp claws from the fierce fight with the rogue Werewolves. He stared at his sleeping mate in front of him and just as he took a step towards her he saw her open her eyes and stare at him with shock as she gasped.Chapter 21 : Lost In The Maze Three hours have passed and Muna was not yet out of the maze. At first when she had gotten into the maze she was so excited and energetic as she explored round the maze but then after an hour had passed and she realized that she had just been going round and round and ending up at the same place.

Counted the exits. Measured the distance between him and the doors he'd never reach. When it was his turn, his legs buckled halfway up the stairs. He hit the stage hard, a jarring shock of pain shooting up his side. Gasps rippled through the crowd. A predator’s excitement thickened the air. Zane forced himself to stand. He would not cry. He would not beg. If they wanted to own him, they would have to work harder than that. The blinding lights made his skin prickle. Sweat slid down his spine. He heard the auctioneer’s voice booming through the cavernous room: "Lot Eighty-Two. Male. Age twenty. English-American descent. Healthy. Certified. And obviously—a work of art indeed."

Instead, a tall maze of steel and vines stood at the center, stretching into the trees beyond. A trial of instinct and survival. The rules were simple. Find your way out before sundown. No weapons. No help. The catch? You weren’t alone in the maze. Mara touched my arm before I stepped forward. “This isn’t about speed. It’s about endurance.” I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “I’ve got both.” She smiled. “Then go show them what a rogue can do.” I entered the maze last. The second I stepped in, the shadows swallowed everything. The air was thicker here, laced with magic or memory—I couldn’t tell.

I bite the inside of my cheek, “I want to understand, Gloc. So much. But you’re being so vague.” “I mean literally, Amara.” He says, letting go of me and crouching down. I follow suit, crouching near him. He places both of his hands, palm first on the ground. “There’s an underground maze 30 feet below us. It starts at the capital, and it extends right through Verdant and Azure. I don’t know much about the places; all I knew is the place where I have been.” I blink, “What? How did…what- “

"Together with these two young lads, Ms. Antonella Locke which is our third placer and Mr. Luther Grucius Orien our second placer, earning 47 and 55 points consecutively, let us once again congratulate them. These three mahò users will proceed to the next round together with all the participants who captured at least 30 points. Now without further ado, let the artificial dimension change and witness the second test unfold before your eyes!” The space inside the stadium distorted once again. The scenery changed into a mini forest with a huge lake. This scenery was quite familiar. “Participants, you are now inside an artificial Lake of Masks, I understand that you all know what this means? Yes