Maze Runner Series Book 3 Novels & Stories

When she still didn’t move, I urged, “You need to go now. I can’t hold this open forever. It takes magic.” The final word in my last sentence was still coming out of my mouth when she disappeared through the portal. I wasted no time following her. The many assignments that I’d performed for Marduke had made me a strong traveler. I needed no recovery time at all. Since he was not himself, Lance was still resting his body when I came through. Nora, as expected, was kneeling on the ground while her stomach purged its meager contents.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

More determined than ever to rid the world of every Triad facility ever erected, and then going after Zazel and the army of moon walkers he was building. A/N- Greetings book beanz! This brings us to the end of LOTW 2 and will lead us into the final chapter. The title of book 3 along with its Title have yet to be announced; keep an eye out in The Legacy Dome for all future endevors. I can not thank you all enough for being part of this story with me, the journey has been long and not alwasy easy. Thank you for growing with me, and keeping the light on, even when I couldnt keep it on for myself.

Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. This book is divided into two phases Phase 1-> Childhood Phase2-> Grown Up

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

“Well… they’re over a year old and already better at balance than me. Great. Just what I needed. Tiny little versions of my family to judge me while I train another person.” Jax chuckled, nudging Serenya. “Ignore them for now. They’re harmless… mostly.” Serenya took a deep breath, feeling the twin presence as both a distraction and a strange comfort. If Liora and Kael could already walk—no, run—with such confidence, maybe she could rise to the occasion too. Tora clapped her hands. “All right, next drill. Endurance sprint with a twist. You have to leap over each cushion, but if you fall, you start over. Liora, Kael—you’re helping by being moving targets. Don’t get in trouble.”

She looked at Reese, fear sharp in her chest. “North,” she said. “We run.” Reese cursed, but he trusted her. He always did. They broke cover together, sprinting down a side corridor as bullets tore through the walls. The cube glowed like a beacon in Mara’s hands, pulling them deeper into the labyrinth. Behind them, the Consortium’s shouts echoed. And somewhere farther still, quieter but sharper, Mara swore she heard the woman’s voice again. “You can’t outrun the fractures, little mirror. Not from me.”

Chase voiced. “So they couldn’t have made it far. Let’s go.” Quinn told them. The three of them took off out of the room and to the door that led to the basement. They went down the stairs at full speed. “Double check the rooms just in case ..” Quinn told them. But there wasn’t anywhere to hide down there. “There!” Elias yelled pointing outside. And he could see it, there in the fresh snow, footprints leading into the woods. “Let’s go!” Quinn said as they took off. They weren’t making noise … running in the snow, turns out, is pretty quiet. But they also weren’t trying to be as hushed as they were in the house either.

I managed to whisper through the pain and fear. **Kiran's story continues in The Lupian Chronicles: Fire (Book 3)