Maze Runner: The Scorch Novels & Stories

“We use 4D projections, moving targets.” Valeria presses a button, a projection flees in front of us, a faceless figure running around until she shoots the target, and it disintegrates into cubes. “Think you can handle that? It requires fast reflexes that humans don’t have.” She continuously berated. My heart pounded with excitement, electricity sparking in my veins as I curled my fingers around the rifle. Delicately tracing the cartridge, lifting it in my arms and indulging in its lightweight and efficiency. A Scorpion, semi rifle and those were of the top range. Only the elite were granted access, and I knew that from working for Nathan. She slid the magazine over and I took out the bullet

I'm lucky enough if I woke up at five in the morning and leave at six, but I was striving too much that I sleep at quarter three in the morning and woke up at six. Good thing that death favors me more than anyone else. Staying late at night for my night shift and working in the morning. Death didn't even pay to visit me once. I waited for the other car to move for almost 15 minutes-- telling myself that I should be more patient, but the reality is my patience ain't long, I might lose my patience and start driving in the narrow spaces even tho I know it's dangerous. I took off my pink scooter helmet which is full of stickers.

With quick motion, he slashed into the sand beneath his feet, creating a makeshift pit as the raging winds tried to tear him apart. When the storm subsided hours later, the next challenge surfaced. Sskkkrrtt… A sharp, unnatural scraping sound came from beneath the sand ahead of him. Rayden instantly tensed, his hand never leaving the sword’s hilt. The sand before him trembled, then exploded upward as a monstrous creature burst out. An Obsidian Glass Scorpion, a vicious spicerermony beast the size of a horse. Its jet-black shell gleamed like volcanic glass, and its long tail ended in a crystal stinger dripping corrosive venom.

He encouraged himself, while panting for air on the ground. The scorpion raised its tail for another strike, this time Rainer rolled to the side and leaped on top it’s back. It began to screech and shake, then started running in circles to throw Rainer off. Rainer stabbed it with his sword and held on tight as it began crashing into the walls. "I’m getting dizzy!" he was starting to get sick riding on top of his enemy. Rainer could no longer hold onto the sword and fell from the scorpions back. He stood back up, holding his back.

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

He howled, staggering back, swatting wildly at the bird as it pecked and clawed, a whirlwind of black feathers and rage. “Get off me!” Zane roared, blood streaming down his face, but the raven was relentless, driving him to his knees. Then the warehouse doors burst open with a thunderous crash, silhouettes flooding in. Kael and Arlo.

I was running, running, and running as the trees fell behind, kept running as I stumbled and almost fell a number of times, kept running as my lungs started to burn and the fumes from the flames started filling up my throat, but I was running with only the goal of getting away from this beast dominating my mind. I had not even been able to run a single mile when I felt like my feet had gotten tied up with something, and I stumbled and fell on my face. Without a moment's delay, the beast descended upon me. I caught flashes of sharp claws and fangs as I was held down by a heavy paw. The beast had trapped me underneath itself, and I was injured badly…but still, I had not lost all the hopes of s

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

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.