Maze Runner Wicked Novels & Stories

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

“You’re the Chosen Ones destined to stop me?” My breath hitched. The Wicked. The Wizard and Snow didn’t utter a word. Their faces drained of color, frozen like statues carved from fear itself. The Wicked began to circle us, slow and deliberate, like a predator studying its next meal. Then, with one fluid motion, he drew back his hood.

he growled as he scowled, looking around the bustling and lit-up street. She knew him too well, and because of that, she knew what to do to make him more involved. “See those cars parked there?” She pointed in the direction where a lot of cars were parked. “I dare you to make a guess of who would win the race. I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to guess right, but you can always try.” Maverick turned to glare at her with a glint in his eyes, and that was enough to tell Aurora that she had got him where she wanted him.

she hummed, smiling at the detailed work her friend and other trainee witches put in to make this a challenge. Suki checked her watch; she had exactly 3 minutes to get out of the maze before Brendan would come after her again. She began to make haste through the maze, ignoring the glowing flowers, allowing her wolf sight to kick in at last as darkness emerged once again. There were still elements of nature trying to deceive her. The waving branches began to point in the opposite direction to where she was going. Was it a trick? She wasn’t entirely sure, but her gut told her to keep listening to Brendan’s advice, so she moved forward the opposite way.

The entire forest floor was filled with fang-bearing wolves. Maverick was caught between beasts on either side. It was hardly a fair fight. I slithered beside one wolf and snapped my jaw around his ankle. I moved fast like a mouse and bit four more ankles. “You!” Maverick yelled through the mind-link. “Hi,” I replied. The other wolves ran off, but there was more than enough to take their place. “Nice moves, Wildcat,” he said. “Try not to get your ass kicked, Maverick.”

Damian bent down as he couldn’t hear the elderly woman’s voice, “I’m sorry can you repeat that once again— ouch!” Damian recoiled his hand as he felt the woman’s fingernail carving deep on his wrist. As she frowned in pain, the woman continue to pull him nearer. Damian who was shocked at once swatted the elderly woman’s hand, and stood behind the door, “What are you doing?!” When Damian lifted his face for the second time, he found how the view in front of him empty. Spooked, Damian stepped out from the mansion. His face looked to his left and right, completely shocked and bewildered as the elderly woman had disappeared from his sight.

"We’re taking it to the private track at midnight. If you're going to race for the Wolves, I need to see if you're as fast as the legends say." I watched him walk away, my grip tightening on the grease rag. I had six weeks to survive this clubhouse, six weeks to keep my heart under lock and key, and six weeks to prove that Ghost Rider didn't need an MC to win. But as I looked at the massive Iron Wolves logo painted on the garage wall, I realized for the first time that the biggest danger might not be the Ravagers. It might be the man who just walked out the door. Would you like me to move to the midnight practice session at the private track, or should we focus on a moment where Mia finds a

He was being a gentleman, but there's a part of me that knows there's hardly anything gentlemanly about this man. If I'm being completely and totally honest, maybe that's what I want. A man who not only takes care of me, but sees me as an equal. too. As someone he can take to bed and treat me like I'm an object, but still respect me. Maybe that's what I want – a little adventure and a whole lot of fun. The question remains, is Trick the man to take me on the ride? ****

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

"To the Trial of the Wolf King!" Jack parked the Land Rover at the designated starting line. Around them, fifty other vehicles revved their engines. Mad Max rejects, high-tech tanks, and even a guy riding a genetically modified camel. "The rules are simple," Neferet announced. "There are three rings. The Outer Ring is the Maze of Mirages. The Middle Ring is the Hunter's Den. The Center is the Throne." "First team to the Throne gets the Key," Jack translated. "And gets to live."