Newt Imagines Maze Runner Novels & Stories

“Trust me, sweetie. Let me help you.” I pulled back, shaking my head. “Thank you but I don’t need your help.” His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second as he studied me like I was some puzzle he was trying to solve. “Tell me something… when you were in the maze, did you see anything?” My breath hitched, and I stiffened. “Why?” Did he hear what I said to Tristan? “Because whatever you saw, whatever you think you saw, it wasn’t real. The maze plays tricks, preys on weak minds.”

There has to be a connection, some kind of pattern that ties this madness together. \ Camille’s twisted game is like a maze and every time I think I’ve found a way out, I hit another dead end. “This doesn’t make sense,” I mutter to myself. Suddenly, my screen flickers. The lines of code vanish, replaced by static, and then a new image comes into focus. My heart nearly stops. Mia’s mansion fills the screen. It’s a live feed. The view shifts slightly, like it’s being recorded by a handheld camera. I sit frozen with my breath caught in my throat, when a voice cuts through the silence.

Maya complained next to me. I smiled, gave her the fruit, and said, "It's not because the camera doesn't work well. I heard that cameras are mounted on dirt walls. When the maze changes, the walls will rise and fall without any regularity, so the organizers don't know which camera will be active because they have to switch images from one camera to another continuously."

“All of us have to earn our places. No shortcuts.” “But…” I blinked. “Do I have to do the empathy maze? Because I’m very empathetic, I think. Like, yesterday I cried watching a pigeon limp across the courtyard.” Dee chuckled. “Then you’ll do just fine. But yes, empathy maze, obstacle course, and a magical background scan.” My mind spun. “What does the scan do? Will it detect fallen angel energy? Will it break the machine? What if I accidentally explode something?” “Then,” Riven said dryly, “you’ll look very impressive.”

It was only today that I was dragged back to the terrifying past. Since fate had brought me back here, I would end it all for good. This time, I'd never escape again. Tightening the grip on the fruit knife, I pushed open the office door and noticed the vase I once smashed standing perfect and untouched on the desk. Sure enough… Everything in the game world was looping, so the only way out was to end things where they began. Behind me, the lock clicked shut before Wyatt's footsteps drew closer. "Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report."

"It's so dark and it's getting colder. I decide I have to try to start a fire. I'm looking for sticks trying to stay focused. Someone jumped on me from behind, pushing me down on my stomach. I try to stand up, but they're pinning me. I feel...fur. It's an animal. It's going to eat me. Then I feel it bite down on my leg. The pain...it's unbearable. I can feel it chewing my muscle. I wish it would have started with my neck, so I wouldn't have to feel this." Clara's voice caught in her throat. She took a shaky breath and continued. "I'm trying to move, but it's too heavy. Then out of nowhere it's gone. I don't care what happened, but I know I need to get moving. I try to stand, but my leg gives

So I try and hold the illusion for as long as I have to. “Because I think it’s time we ended this.” Cooper takes a step back inviting the master outside. The master looks at him suspiciously before walking out slowly. I notch an arrow and aim at him ready for the shoot. But something catches me unawares. “Natalie, I know you are out there somewhere watching me. Where are you?” I can feel him searching through my mind, I try to block him out. But I’m to late. Suddenly the master moves just as I realise the arrow. The arrow flies straight past him and hits the wooden door frame with a bang. Suddenly he screams,

Nathan screamed as the glass shattered, a scream that was silenced by a sharp thud below. The silence lingered for a few heartbeats. Then the hall erupted, screams and gasps hitting her frozen, shattered frame; still, she couldn't look away. What just happened? Had to be a dream. The new Alpha glared down below as though he wanted to revive Nathan just to kill him again. Iris felt her chest tighten when he looked back at her, but to her surprise, those cold greys softened. But...why?

My stomach lurched violently. "Let's keep moving," I gritted out, turning away from the horrific sight and toward another archway on the far side of the courtyard. The maze punished us for our choice. We encountered a staircase that looped back on itself no matter which direction we climbed. A bridge that extended further the more we walked across it. A room filled with identical doors, each leading to a different point in the maze we'd already passed. At one point, we found Mara kneeling over Lissa's unconscious form near a patch of suspiciously red mushrooms.

Fear crept over her as she scanned the room, searching for any clues or familiar landmarks that could help her understand her whereabouts. The events leading up to this moment felt like fragments of a disjointed nightmare. She recalled being approached by the glam team, their sudden insistence on leaving the mansion, the unexpected drowsiness that had overcome her shortly after. And now, here she was, in this unfamiliar and foreboding place. Mara's breathing quickened as her mind began to race through various scenarios. Was she kidnapped? Was she being held against her will? Questions and uncertainties swirled, each more terrifying than the last.