Maze Runner Wicked Novels & Stories

"Can you actually run, or are you going to be a problem?” "I can run." "You are already limping." "I said I can run." He turned left. I ran. The maze was three floors, connected by stairwells that were not marked on any visible map, so you either found them by moving or you died waiting. The walls were concrete panels on slow hydraulic tracks, moving inward at a rate that was almost imperceptible until suddenly it was not. A corridor that was eight feet wide became six feet, then four, and if you were still in it at two feet, the sensors registered you as eliminated, and the panels completed the job.

Marco sighed, folding his arms. Next, the roll call took place, and when we were done, the Silvermoon pack enforcer cleared his throat loudly, getting our attention. “One last thing I forgot to mention,” He announced. “The sand has the same illusion as quicksand. So if you are not fast enough, you will get drawn into it. Once you are submerged into it about half your waist down, you will be awarded zero points.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Marco exclaimed with a hand clap. “This is gonna be so fun.”

I'm going to get soaked, but that's fine because I have spare clothes in my locker. I was about to take a step away from the waiting shed when my wrist was grabbed by a firm hand. My mouth hung open in shock and bewilderment. His manly odor rapidly infiltrated my nose. His gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. My wrist felt warm in his calloused and rough grasp. When I saw how much this guy resembled a Greek god, my jaw split open once more! His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed, and he had a high and pointed nose with sharp cheekbones chiseled down to his flinty jaw, which appeared to be sculpted and trimmed to perfection.

the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was. “$500,000!” “$500,000 from Buyer 50!” Buyer 50 was a woman. She also wore a mask so she could possibly be someone important and well-known. Seeing that the other competitors seemed to have given up, I guessed she would win. “$500,000, going once!” The host looked around with anticipation. “Will Xavier Hawthorn go home with our young lady here tonight?” He paused. “Going twice!” “$500,100!” I exclaimed.

she asked, crossing her arms. “Because, sweetheart…” his lips quirked up, playful again. “You don’t really have a choice.” Antonius Altamirano. Carefree, unpredictable, dangerous. He turned up the car stereo, humming along as the music filled the silence. Kate’s brows arched. Only then did she notice… For a CEO of a multi-million company, he was driving an old, beat-up car. Unexpected. Strangely charming.

A second later, a sniper fell over the railing, his rifle clattering to the floor. ‎ ‎"How are you doing that?" Vexa gasped, reloading. ‎ ‎"I can see them," I breathed, the magic humming in my blood. "I can see the paths." ‎ ‎"Keep seeing them!" Kaelen roared. "Move!" ‎ ‎We broke cover. ‎ ‎We sprinted through the maze of slot machines. I was the navigator. ‎ ‎"Duck!" I shouted. ‎ ‎Kaelen ducked. A shotgun blast took the head off a statue right where his head had been.

I urged my legs to move faster. We crested a hill and stopped. Below was a small clearing at the mouth of an old mining cave. The sight below made my blood run cold. Fucking Maddox had my mate pinned. His wolves hooted and laughed at the completely unfair fight. He had to be three times her size. And fighting her, a new shifter, and untrained was dishonorable. A chant rose up among them. “Finish the bitch!”

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”