Maze Runner Winston Novels & Stories

MAEVE'S POV Their screams filled the space as I watched them limp to the finish line. I watched Darius gain on Vex, who had been aggressively pulling his weight, but then he got to the place where he had to stop and calculate the timing of the geysers and almost lost his balance to fall over into the spikes. Darius moved past him, and so did Caden and Maverick, showing they had already studied the timing. At the end, the best times were Darius, Caden, and Vex, and Maverick.

In an instant, it shot out of the garage like a caged tiger unleashed. The tires screeched against the pavement, emitting thick smoke. With a sharp drift, the exhaust spewed blue flames, and the car's speed skyrocketed as it raced toward the Heavensgate Residence gate. In the dark, amidst gunfire, the white Porsche streaked like a bolt of lightning, reaching maximum speed. Ahead, there were silhouettes—Grim Guard Mercenaries! Austin's expression was icy, his gaze filled with focused madness. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the searing pain from his left arm made his whole body tremble, but his right foot kept the gas pedal floored.

"It's not a prize winning competition, just that I'd hate to see Jenner win." I nodded. Coach blew his whistle and the race began, with Jenner taking the lead. Of Course what would you expect? The girls from our team tried their very best, I would give them that. They reached the finishing line, marking the end of the race. We didn't win. Jenner had this satisfied smirk plastered on her face that I wanted to wipe off so badly. "Whatever." Ruby shrugged. "She feels like she's accomplished something after all." "Haven't I?" Jenner replied, sneaking up behind us. "It's so satisfying to see the look of disappointment written all over your faces." She looked at Ruby to me.

" Winston frowned. Did Eli just say Python Mountain? Winston didn't often visit racing tracks, but he had a clear memory of the place called Python Mountain. Last time, there was a female race car driver who dominated and outperformed all the other competitors on the track. If he remembered correctly, she was the female racing driver Eli talked about. "Seven?" he asked aloud. "Seven!" He and Eli almost said the name in unison. However, one was asked as a question, while the other was a statement. "Oh, Mr. Greer, you know about Seven?" Eli smiled. "Looks like you aren't buried in work every single day." He was even somewhat aware of the trends. Winston glanced at Eli but didn't say anything.

Just thinking about touching them has my mood crashing to rock bottom. I’m the last one to meet Winston at the bottom of the stairs, seeing as I was wandering the woods rekilling Number 6 in the middle of the night, I’m not too quick on my feet. Not to mention I had to wash myself up before I faced the curious eyes. Addison briefly glances at me before Winston draws all of our attention with a sharp clearing of her throat.

His natural coordination with Gabriel made their pace swift. Meanwhile, Mason was determined to earn five stars for winning first place. The participant with the most stars at the end of the day would receive a mysterious grand prize, which he planned to gift to Nyla. The two teams remained neck and neck as they neared the last ten meters. Wilhelm noticed that Mason and Damon were slightly ahead of him, and anxiety crept in. He subconsciously quickened his pace.

Her eyes were trained on the cars pulling into their starting positions. I glanced over at the lineup. Mason had rolled his green Mustang into his place. Benji was coming up behind him in his coupe. I shrugged one shoulder. “My brother is racing. Aren’t I obligated to pull for him?” Harley looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “There are no obligations here.” “Who do you think will win then?” “Oh, sweet girl. Is that a question worth asking?” I smiled. We both knew who was winning this race. Mason Thomas.

"So... why are you bringing them to my home?" Winston's mouth formed an 'oh.' "I promised Ginie and Audrey I'd bring them worms and gnomes for the garden we were building the last time," he beamed proudly. "Oh... you're really fond of children, aren't you Winston?" He made a little happy smile and his old eyes sparkled with delight. "Yes, ma'am." I smiled at him, too. A little later, the pod appeared in front of me and we both got in. "Hi Marino," I greeted the driver.

It's always exciting to watch the competition unfold, and I can't wait to see how it all plays out. It's now TinMan's turn to show what he's got. He starts off strong, hitting the first barrel with precision. Moving on to the second barrel, he picks up speed and makes his way to the third. TinMan expertly slingshots around the third barrel and extends his stride as he heads towards the finish line. When they cross the timer line, it's announced that TinMan has set a new arena record for the futurity run! As a result, TinMan and Austin currently hold the top spot.

"I don't need a car for a mountain pass, Austin. Stop stalling." He let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You don't get it. This isn't a drag race. It's a Shift-Run. The forest is rigged. Silver wire, pressure plates, spring-loaded spikes. The first one to the summit gets the prize. The others... well, the crows need to eat." Behind him, four massive wolves stepped into the moonlight. Their fur was matted, their eyes bloodshot with the use of enhancers. They weren't there to race. They were there to hunt.