Maze Runner: The Scorch Novels & Stories

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

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.

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still

The icy water stung, but it washed away the dirt, the sweat, and some of the shame clinging to me. When I dressed again, I lay back on my blanket, staring up at the sky. “Is this what I’ve become?” I whispered. “A runaway… soon to be branded rogue if I don’t find a pack fast enough. The Moon Goddess gave me a mate only to take him away. Why?” My words faded into the night, carried by the sound of the rushing water. Eventually, exhaustion pulled me into sleep. When I awoke, dawn had painted the forest in gold, but the pain of Rafael’s rejection still burned through my chest like fresh fire. Slowly, I rose and went to the stream.

Roman There was chemistry in the air, the kind that pulled you in, just begging to be explored. There was also the scent of fear in the air, the same smell I felt when I looked into those eyes, the kind that could turn you into a puddle without even trying but there was also something else in them. There was hunger, a wild hunger that ran through her eyes and made her mouth go dry like the desert sand around her. I knew this because she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, maybe consciously, maybe not , but I couldn't help myself from watching.

"The anchor stones aren't masking you anymore." The vehicle swerved, leaving the relatively smooth path for rougher terrain. The silver grass whipped against the windows as we cut across the open plain. "There," Marcus pointed to a distant ridge where dark shapes moved against the copper sky. "Sanctuary scouts. If we can reach them—" A sudden impact rocked the vehicle, sending us skidding sideways. Through the rear window, I glimpsed a distortion in the air—like heat waves but more structured, moving with purpose.

There was something big moving amongst the sand. Ryan stood straight, "seeing this, I think your moniker is well deserved." The Scorpion King opened its month and black sand gushed out of it like a river. A sea of sand was created that was less than half of Milton's instant desert. Both sand mages and their respective deserts floated thousands of feet above the ground. "Not a stray grain of sand, you mana control is truly impressive for a youngster. However, our level difference and the quality of our mana will dictate the outcome of this battle."

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.

I felt the horrifying warmth of my own blood begin to trickle down my arm. Gritting my teeth against a wave of nausea, I launched a blast of energy, but the Scourge sidestepped it with fluid ease. I tried again, only for it to dodge with the same eerie grace. It was toying with me. Desperate, I changed tactics. I abandoned singular blasts and imagined my mana crackling and alive, superheating it into raw, untamed lightning. The chaotic energy erupted from me in a brilliant web, striking at the Scourge from all sides. It recoiled with a piercing, silent shriek that I felt in my bones.

Sweat dripped from his brow, his heart pounding in his chest as he navigated the deadly gauntlet. Emerging from the corridor, he faced the final challenge: a maze of swinging axes and rotating blades. The axes were massive, each swing accompanied by a bone-chilling whoosh. The rotating blades moved in erratic patterns, their edges catching the light in deadly flashes. Ty's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles burning with fatigue, but he pushed on, his determination unyielding.