Maze Runner: The Death Cure 2018 Novels & Stories

I had to find a cure. As we neared the warehouse where the materials were stored, my heart began to race. The mission was almost complete. But that’s when things started to fall apart. The first wave of infected appeared out of nowhere. A growl in the distance—too close, too quick. They came from the shadows, running with unnatural speed, their bloodshot eyes locked on us. I barely had time to react. Ethan was already in motion, taking down the first few with swift precision. His movements were fluid, calculated, but the number of infected kept multiplying.

A 90-minute countdown timer appeared in front of us, glowing with intensely unsettling stark red digits like a death sentence. Someone finally snapped and shouted at the system, "What do you want from us? Why did you trap us here?" The system didn't answer, but the questioning shouts continued, "Why did they die? Why are they dead? You only said we'd die if we fail the game, but you never said King Ragnar would kill us!" Still, the system said nothing. "I quit! I'm done! I'm going home!" another yelled. That was when the system finally responded, "Player 18, do you confirm to exit the game? Your body outside the game world is dead. Exiting before the atonement is completed will result in imm

SELINE When I awoke, my vision was blurred, and my head swam with incoherent thoughts. As I fought back the dizziness, my eyes began to adjust, and images of the Moon Goddess and the Holy Moon appeared. For a moment, I stared at them and wondered if this was the afterlife. Had the bear managed to take my life? Was I… dead? Suddenly, the room came into focus, and I recognized the mural I'd painted on my ceiling long ago. I wasn't dead. I was in my bedroom, tucked tightly into bed.

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak