Maze Runner: Scorch Trials Free Novels & Stories

I didn't need her negativity today. " I know each one of you knows the rules and requirements. But I will still give you a little brief."He said, "The challenge consists of two parts: the Moon Trial and the Sun Trial. The Moon Trial is a test of strength, speed, and endurance, where the Alphas and Lunas have to race across the land under the full moon, facing various obstacles and enemies along the way. The first ten Alphas to reach the finish line will qualify for the second part of the challenge. "

Typical. “Keep up!” I snarl, snapping my head back for a second. “I will not lose because of you lazy brats!” “We’re trying!” Gwen pants, almost tripping over her own foot. “Try harder. Or drop out now and save me the embarrassment.” River and Luan, running like wolves through the shadows, say nothing. Good. They understand. This is no time for complaints. It’s the first leg of the tournament, fifty kilometers through Fenrath’s wilds—dense forests, twisting gorges, mountains that split the sky. It’s meant to crush the weak. And I refuse to be crushed.

A massive board stood cloaked in enchanted fabric. “And now,” he said, “the purpose of your presence here: the Tournament Trials.” With a wave of his hand, the veil dropped. Four glowing categories emerged, etched in gold script across black stone: Combat Trials Strategy Challenges Tracking & Territory Exercises Alliance Building Events Gasps and murmurs rippled through the courtyard. But beneath the categories, in smaller, silver script, the most important words shimmered: Crafted to Build Connection. Designed to Reveal True Mates. Jade’s stomach tightened.

For Elyn, there is no one else in this world, only a mother that she has. The condition of the circuit runway today was hotter than the sauna room. But the situation is by no means an obstacle for ongoing motorcycle racing betting. Outside the bustling circuit, there were cheers of support, mostly from the audience. The remaining small parts of each team. One of them is the Anthony team, which is attended by only part of the members of the moto gang.

“So before we run today, I want you to at least — at least — agree to try.” I looked at Noah sideways. His expression had, somehow, gotten tighter. The words were having the opposite of their intended effect — each reasonable, measured sentence landing on him like something that required active resistance. I could see it happening. Honestly, I wasn’t far behind. Marcus read the room. He exhaled slowly. “Alright. Don’t get along. But don’t blame me when it costs you.” He turned and pointed. “That mountain. You two run to the top and back. I need you here in thirty minutes.” He looked at us both with the flat certainty of someone who has seen harder cases. “Go.”

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.

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

I ran into it. “Bailey Callahan,” the scout says, reading from a clipboard like my name means something. “Advanced agility and sensory test. Proceed when ready.” I take a breath. And then everything… shifts. The course explodes into life. Hidden traps. Pressure plates. Moving targets disguised in scent. The kind of thing designed to throw off wolves twice my age and size. But I move like I’ve done this a hundred times. I duck before I even see the branch swinging toward me. Vault over a triggered pit without blinking. Something brushes against my ribs—fake arrow, close call—but I twist mid-air and land with barely a scrape.

But I told myself anyway. By the time the light outside the windows shifted from black to grey, we’d gone through four books, two pots of tea, and more pack law than I’d absorbed in all my time at Ravenwood. I knew the trial’s history backwards. I knew the layout of the lower arena: stone floor, high walls, two entry gates at opposite ends. I knew that in the last recorded trial, the victor had shifted right in the middle of the fight, using her wolf’s speed to trap her opponent against the eastern wall. The paralytic compound Mira had carefully skipped over, came from a plant that grew only in the herb gardens on Ravenwood’s southern grounds. All of it was etched into my mind. I had two wee

Just as Ayra was about to pounce on the deer, the sound of growls coming from the other side of the forest startled the eating animal andadw it run away. Ayra cursed and made to chase after the deer which she had marked down as her dinner for the day but the scent in the air made her stop. She was surrounded…and by rogue wolves.