Maze Runner Sonya Novels & Stories

"Shannon, you saved his life. If it wasn't for you and Kyle, we would probably be meeting at the cemetery now. Besides, I'm sure it would be good for him to hear a different voice other than mine." Shannon frowned. "What about–" "His sister," Sonya finished with a sad smile. "To understand MJ, you'd most likely have to travel back in time to the day she was born. Are you coming?" The desperation in her voice was unavoidable. "Okay," Shannon said and followed her into Jorge's ward where two guards were stationed outside his door. They both nodded at the guards and halted when they opened the door. There was a woman in Jorge's room, she was sitting on a wheelchair and was wearing a hospital go

“If everything gets into plan you will know what to do.” She smiled as she went to Ace’s bedroom and knocked on the door. “Come in.” Mariana, melodic voice said. Beatrice rolled her eye and gave Ina very fake laugh. “Good morning.” She said. Mariana who was in some jeans and a crop to pass her packed up on her head in a neat pile and was going through her phone. “Good morning.” Mariana smiled. “I wanted to personally welcome our future Luna into our pack. I hope you slept well?” Beatrice said trying to make her feel at ease. “I’m Beatrice.”

I caught a glimpse of something moving in the beams, figures draped in heavy armor, moving with a mechanical, jerky precision that reminded me too much of the labyrinth. "We have to make the ridge line," I shouted over the rising wind. "Then move faster," Maya replied, her eyes burning with the old, wild hunger of the hunt.

Third person narrator. Sona moves out of the house not even minding about the fact that she keeps crossing from one road to another. All her mind is set to meet that one person who knows the true nature of herself. She moves but can't even think about who this person is. She is not sure if he is a human or no. But that is not what to think about at this time. With the help of the chaun around her hand, she takes the magical speed towards the company. When she gets at the company , it is still early for most of the workers to be at the company.

“Kill the wolf that’s truly dangerous. The strategist. The protector. Without him, Elena is nothing but raw power and emotion. Easy to crush later.” I couldn’t help but smile to myself, watching the two of them fall in line with my vision—each step, each move unfolding like a perfect game of chess. “Then it’s settled,” I said softly. “We lure her in. We take her. And then we make Ryan choose between his life… or hers.” A moment of silence passed. And then Lucy whispered, “Let’s break the Star Raiders from the inside.” Elena’s POV It was just before dawn when I heard the soft knock at the door. I hadn’t been asleep long—too many thoughts kept me tethered to consciousness—but I dragged myself

"Alpha Hunter, I've never participated in werewolf racing before, and I'm quite nervous. But since it's your invitation, I'll brave it. However, I hope after this race, you can give me time to discuss business matters." "Of course." Hunter immediately agreed. "No problem, you can discuss anything." I smiled. "Thank you." "You're welcome, let's go." I followed Hunter into the racing area. The she-wolf stood beside me, looking admiringly. "You look great in that outfit," she said. I returned the compliment. "Thanks, you're beautiful too." "My name is Zara Cross." "Freya Snow." We shook hands as racing staff completed preparations. Starting and finishing points were clearly marked.

“Manrou… may I ask for it again?” “No, you’re being greedy. You just had me twice. Knock it off!” “! Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He obediently let go of her. She stood up. With the careful re-application of her makeup, she remained elegant and dignified. Yuna, let’s see how you escape this! The Santana spurred on toward West Lake Valley. However, sometime later, glaring headlights kept flashing from behind. The intense roaring of a sports car’s engine could incessantly be heard. It was as if an enraged male lion with menacing eyes were chasing them.

Scorchers running head long at each other to see who was the fastest on their feet. "Go!" I planted my feet the same as last time then leapt off to the side at the last moment, mimicking what I'd just seen. But Burney was faster. His arm flung out sideways as I moved, catching my waist and bringing me down on top of him. Again. "Damn it!" I yelled, pushing myself off him. I was the only one to go down that time. "Positions!" I shot Stan a dirty look, wondering how long he'd drag this on for.

After what felt like an eternity of trials and tribulations, they arrived at a massive stone archway, adorned with ancient symbols and pulsating with an energy that sent a shiver down Amelia's spine. Soren's voice echoed through the silence. "Within lies the final test. The Heartstone calls upon you to prove your worth." As they stepped through the archway, the forest transformed into an ethereal, maze-like labyrinth. The path twisted and turned, shifting its layout with every breath they took. Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as they navigated through the maze, their steps fueled by determination. Suddenly, the maze turned pitch-black, enshrouded in darkness. Panic rose within Amelia, bu

A fourth grabs her hair, jerking her head back. I stab upward, ripping the creature off her, but there are too many. They are too fast, too silent, and too hungry. Elyra’s eyes meet mine, and I know how this ends. She knows, too. We cannot win this fight side by side. Not when the maze wants one of us gone. Not when it feeds on pairs. Her gaze hardens with determination so fierce it steals my breath. She mouths the words slowly, deliberately: Aria. Run.