Maze Runner Scorch Trials Full 소설 & 이야기

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

says Rex. Skorn looks at Rex. He wasn’t expecting a report so soon. “Speak, what is it?” demands Skorn. “Hector has passed the maze and the hunger test.” “Already? He is much stronger than I thought. Hmm, what is your next test? How are the others in his group doing?” “Next is the hunting test, and the others seem to do better since he joined. They are all on the hunger test. Only Hector passed today though, My Lord.”

“These rites are dangerous. They are designed to test a Luna’s ability to lead, to protect, and to sacrifice for her pack.” Darius shifted beside me, tension radiating from his body in waves I could feel without looking at him. “The rites are too risky.” His voice cut through the formal atmosphere. “Kiera has already proven herself. She doesn’t need to take dangerous tests designed for a different era.” “The law is clear,” Elder Tomas responded, his weathered face showing no sympathy. “A runaway Luna cannot reclaim her title without completing the trials. No exceptions.”

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

I was running, running, and running as the trees fell behind, kept running as I stumbled and almost fell a number of times, kept running as my lungs started to burn and the fumes from the flames started filling up my throat, but I was running with only the goal of getting away from this beast dominating my mind. I had not even been able to run a single mile when I felt like my feet had gotten tied up with something, and I stumbled and fell on my face. Without a moment's delay, the beast descended upon me. I caught flashes of sharp claws and fangs as I was held down by a heavy paw. The beast had trapped me underneath itself, and I was injured badly…but still, I had not lost all the hopes of s

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.

And seconds later, the screeching started. The Hunters had entered the ruins. "Move faster!" Axel urged. We half-ran, half-stumbled through the tunnel. It twisted and turned, branching off in multiple directions. We took turns randomly, trying to create a path the Hunters couldn't predict. But they were following. I could hear them in the tunnels behind us, their screeches echoing off the walls. "There!" Marcus pointed. Ahead, another blue glow. Another safe zone. We sprinted for it. The Hunters were closing in. I could hear them right behind us now, their breathing so close I could feel it on my neck.

"At dawn tomorrow. Prepare yourself, Skylar Dawin. Because the real battle of your life begins now." In the misty silence of dawn, Skylar took a deep breath as she stepped to the edge of the training grounds. The air was cool, and the sky was cloaked in soft shades of pink, signaling that the sun was about to break through the morning fog. The terrain before her was raw and untouched-dense vegetation, rocks, and winding paths led toward the distant mountains. There was only one rule for the trial: reach the finish line in the shortest possible time. She had no map, no tools-only her instincts and whatever abilities she could rely on.

Luna's voice rose to a shout, her aura flaring. It was a mere flicker of her former power, but it was enough to send the omegas scrambling for the door. Marissa shot her one last venomous look before they vanished, their footsteps hurrying down the hall. The moment they were gone, Luna's legs gave out. She collapsed on the vanity stool, her hands shaking violently. The brief surge of power had cost her dearly and nausea returned with vengeance. She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins.

"I don't need a car for a mountain pass, Austin. Stop stalling." He let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You don't get it. This isn't a drag race. It's a Shift-Run. The forest is rigged. Silver wire, pressure plates, spring-loaded spikes. The first one to the summit gets the prize. The others... well, the crows need to eat." Behind him, four massive wolves stepped into the moonlight. Their fur was matted, their eyes bloodshot with the use of enhancers. They weren't there to race. They were there to hunt.