Maze Runner Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

"But do not mistake kindness for weakness. Every scar on this team was earned in battle. Can your pack say the same?" Can you? Lila’s smirk falters, just for a second. Raiden’s gaze meets mine again, and this time, I see something else in his expression. Pride. He tries to hide it, but it’s there, buried beneath the layers of resentment and disappointment. What game are you playing Raiden? The second trial is speed. Windhowl isn’t known for its speed, but we hold our own. A younger warrior named Kael surprises everyone with his agility, darting through the obstacle course with the precision of a predator.

She always did. But the next trial... It wasn’t just a test. It was a graveyard of futures. I crept behind the obsidian ridge, crouched low, my body trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the vision I’d intercepted through the flames. Morwenna’s third trial had begun, and I’d seen it: her scream, my corpse, her blood staining her hands like guilt she couldn’t wash off. It was only a vision, but this place had a cruel way of making fear prophecy.

Cassian leaned against a column, arms crossed, blood drying at his collar. Lucien stood a few feet away, his cold blue eyes flickering to her and then away. And Darius… He was missing. —THE NEXT TRIAL Alpha Roran raised a hand. “For this round, you will enter the Smoke Labyrinth. A shifting maze that tests not your strength, but your instincts. Your fears. Your truths.” He paced slowly. “You will face illusions. Regrets. Temptation. If your will breaks… the maze will never let you leave.”

Daiera POV We wandered the stone halls of the keep after breakfast, the four of us in a lazy line, digesting both the food and the weight of what was coming. Auren walked close beside me, as usual, asking a million questions. “So, in these trials,” he asked, tilting his head, “will they be tested on... like, empathy? Or is it mostly just stabbing things and doing push ups?” I snorted. “There’s a maze with moral choices and some tactical obstacles. It’s not about brute force. We’re trying to build leaders, not bloodthirsty idiots.”

“The trials consist of three tasks, each designed to test different aspects of Luna capability.” He began listing them, his voice carrying the weight of pack law that couldn’t be argued with. “First: You must survive alone for three days in the Blackhowl Forest. You will face natural challenges, the elements, lack of shelter, finding food and water. You will also face supernatural challenges that we will not specify in advance.” My stomach tightened. Three days alone in territory known for being dangerous even to experienced wolves. Three days where anything could happen and no one would come to help.

"And gets to live." "Start!" A sonic boom shook the ground. The race was on. Vehicles roared. Dust exploded. "Go! Go! Go!" Jack yelled. Marcus slammed the gas. The Land Rover surged forward. Immediately, chaos erupted. To their left, a buggy equipped with a flamethrower torched a motorcycle. To their right, the Crocodile's monster truck was trying to ram them. "Marcus! Evasive maneuvers!" Marcus spun the wheel. They drifted across the salt flat, sand spraying over the windshield.

I looked around to see Sam look at his cousin in horror and then shift and run. "Hell no" I growled and shifted to follow him. As I ran, I spotted Carla getting cornered by two hunters. In a blind rage and ran at them and literally tore through them as I passed. I paused then to check on the others. Lee and Devon were taking down a couple of warriors and I spotted Dean and James working on a few hunters. They were all winning but then I heard an howl that sent ice through my veins.

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.

THE MISSION: THE SCORCHED HIGHWAY The simulation loaded, and immediately, the sound was deafening. They were hurtling down a massive, six-lane highway at 100 miles per hour. The sky was a scorched orange, filled with swirling dust storms and lightning. The road was cracked asphalt floating over a canyon of magma. It was a heavy metal album cover come to life. They were inside a massive, armored vehicle—a War-Rig. It was covered in spikes and armor plating. Jinx was in the driver’s seat, her hands flying across a holographic dashboard, wrestling with the steering yoke.