Maze Runner: The Scorch Novels & Stories

The Labyrinth – Exit Cave Tunnel– Night The labyrinth shook beneath their feet as they ran, the ancient structure groaning like a dying beast. Rocks tumbled from above, and walls split open in bursts of sand and dust. Each step was a gamble—loose rubble, hidden crevices, sudden collapses threatening to swallow them whole. Their torches cut narrow cones of light through the pitch-black tunnel, flickering wildly with every tremor. Boots scraped against damp stone as they dodged debris, breath ragged with fear and adrenaline. Ahead, the faint sound of dripping echoed through the corridor—slow, deliberate, like the cavern itself was counting down to its last breath. They halted at a crossroads i

I woke up with a scream and was glad that it was just a dream, but the next second I was surrounded by fear once again after realizing where I was, I was lying in the middle of the altar. The altar emitting the smell of corruption and humidity, the moon hanging in the starry sky, I clearly saw the surrounding moss-crawling stone pillars carved with countless strange runes.

He ordered and the rest of the assassins walked into the room. Omar held out his sword and stepped in front of Mariam and the girls to shield them but Mariam was quick, she ran forward with a shout and slid across the smooth marbled floor, the material of her outfit eliminating all friction to give her an easy slide, she unsheathed two swords in the process. The assassin who had stepped forward swung his sword at her but he wasn't fast enough, she brought her hand up in a powerful swing and the sword sliced the air, his arm fell away from his body and he shrieked in horror and pain. Without giving him time to recover, she stood up, now standing behind him and swung her sword again, her next

"And gets to live." "Start!" A sonic boom shook the ground. The race was on. Vehicles roared. Dust exploded. "Go! Go! Go!" Jack yelled. Marcus slammed the gas. The Land Rover surged forward. Immediately, chaos erupted. To their left, a buggy equipped with a flamethrower torched a motorcycle. To their right, the Crocodile's monster truck was trying to ram them. "Marcus! Evasive maneuvers!" Marcus spun the wheel. They drifted across the salt flat, sand spraying over the windshield.

"Sora... the rebels... they have the dampeners." "The Shadow is compromised, Zora," a voice called out from the ruins of a nearby warehouse. I spun around, my obsidian daggers igniting with a weak, flickering violet flame. It was Mara. She was wounded, her arm tied in a makeshift sling made from a rebel flag. She wasn't alone. Six other Scrappers were with her, their faces etched with the kind of trauma that only comes from watching your world end.

And seconds later, the screeching started. The Hunters had entered the ruins. "Move faster!" Axel urged. We half-ran, half-stumbled through the tunnel. It twisted and turned, branching off in multiple directions. We took turns randomly, trying to create a path the Hunters couldn't predict. But they were following. I could hear them in the tunnels behind us, their screeches echoing off the walls. "There!" Marcus pointed. Ahead, another blue glow. Another safe zone. We sprinted for it. The Hunters were closing in. I could hear them right behind us now, their breathing so close I could feel it on my neck.

Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET Under the names, short, enticing blurbs flickered: *High-speed urban chase. Points for takedowns and style.* *Only one exits the maze. All others: ERASED.* *Defend a single point. Survive waves. Crowd votes on boosts or nerfs.* *Crack the code. Save the team.* *One shot. One target. Big payout.* Screens above some stalls replayed highlight reels—fast‑cut footage of previous players sprinting through rusted streets, leaping over barricades, ducking projectiles; silhouettes falling under a hail of fire; someone dangling from a ledge as t

The ground was scorching, and I tried to get up, but my back was broken, and I could not move. I could only watch as the sun cooked me. That kind of terror, most people could not handle it. Then, to make things worse, I saw Gavin and Jennifer eat me like I was a dried-up roast lamb. Snapping out of it, I realized my back was drenched. I put down my chips and gulped down a bottle of Earl Grey tea to calm down.

Magnus said. We rode closer but stayed distant enough to assess the situation. Burned-out vehicles littered the roadside. I scented blood immediately. Broken wolf traps lay scattered in the dirt. “Stormclaw scouts patrol far beyond their borders,” Magnus confirmed quietly. We narrowly avoided a patrol by killing our engines and hiding in thick brush. I held my breath as enemy wolves passed close enough for me to hear their breathing. Close enough to see the weapons they carried. I felt scared for Kiera. Wondered if she was doing fine inside this hostile territory. Rage simmered inside me, but I stayed controlled. Losing control now would get us both killed.

Sebastian roared, running with everything he had left, though he knew he wouldn’t make it in time. And then The world exploded in light. A blinding, pure white radiance burst through the air, so fierce it forced every creature rogue and warrior alike to shield their eyes. The rogue let out a shriek, twisting and writhing in agony as its flesh burned under the brilliance. Within seconds, it collapsed, lifeless, smoke rising from its charred body. Silence fell. The glow faded as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only the faint shimmer of dust drifting through the smoky air.