Maze Runner: The Scorch Novels & Stories

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.

A car pulled up in front of me. The back window rolled down, and Zack's face emerged, his striking features shadowed by a hint of mischief. He raised an eyebrow. "Need a ride?" "Sure," I said. I got in without looking back. As the car pulled away, I caught a glimpse of my parents, their faces drained of color. In the distance, half-hidden in the corner, stood Fiona, her eyes brimming with envy and malice. No matter what they did, nothing could turn things back.

He shouted this time and it felt like all the energy I needed entered my body at that moment. "Seize her!" Lucas ordered his guards and they charged towards me. I jumped to my feet and raced deep into the forest. This was the most deadly forest in the kingdom but it was also the only way out of it that was not the gates. I ran with every ounce of strength I had left in me as adrenaline pumped through my veins. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I tried every way to escape the men who followed me, and at the same time, avoid wolves.

I answered for her. "All part of the plan, make them think they are invincible, then take them down when they least expect it," Maze said. We watched as the bounty hunter made his way toward his prey. He pushed his way through a mass of drug-filled dancers to get to the fat enforcer who was having the time of his life. Maze brought out a small walkie-talkie and spoke one word into it. "Now." The music changed into fast-paced electro dance music and the lights faded revealing the glowing walls of light. The dancing and jumping got faster and rougher, disorienting the bounty hunter.

Pelin seethed. The sand rumbled again beneath our feet, louder this time. “Now run!” I screamed, grabbing Pelin’s hand and clasping it tight. She didn’t hesitate anymore. We took off across the dunes, boots sinking into the shifting ground, breath ragged from the heat. Behind us, the sand cracked open with a deep, thunderous roar. Scorpio the massive scorpion emerged from the depths, crawling forward on its grotesque, skeletal limbs. Its long, spindly legs moved with a disturbing rhythm, each step sending a shiver down my spine. It didn’t attack right away, no, that would’ve been too merciful.

Towards the chance to finally, finally get its roots into the heart of the Cage. The Scar’s hunger, mindless, feels the sudden rush of un-contained reality from the opening, the raw, bleeding edge of the wound, and its pull intensifies, a vortex aiming to suck it all in. They don’t see each other. They see the goal. The prize. The open door. And they collide.