Romans & histoires Newt Maze Runner Imagines

"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.

Without sounds to go on, I breathed in deeply through my nose and picked up the scent of two pups and a human female. I walked into the maze, where the tall hedges instantly disoriented me. I stood for a moment to get used to it and then walked forward, unwillingly thinking about that scene in The Shining where Jack hunts through the maze for Danny. Man, when I was a kid that movie scared the shit out of me.

Thorne. He trotted through the maze at a steady pace, ears flicking as he paused to assess the shifting paths. Ember’s eyes widened as she realized parts of the maze moved, not all of it, but in sections, open pathways sealing off while closed ones opened at random. No wonder he has this here. It’s a challenge, a mental exercise. Dorothea quietly put away the dresses and accessories, stealing occasional glances at Ember. When she finished, she approached hesitantly.

I sucked in a breath. Heat spread beneath my skin, radiating outward through my arm. It wasn't painful, but it was strange enough to make my stomach drop. The world tilted. My vision blurred. Suddenly, an image appeared in my mind. A colossal stone gate rose from darkness, its surface carved with symbols unlike any language I knew. Crimson fire spilled through the cracks in the ancient rock, illuminating thousands of glowing runes. The sight lasted less than a second. Then it vanished. I staggered. Kael caught my arm before I could lose my balance.

The sunlight hits Hector’s skin, which feels like it is on fire as it blisters up. “I know it hurts. It’s ten times worse than a grease fire burn. You can run the maze now or give it a few seconds to get used to the pain, then run. Either way, the cloak stays off until the five minutes are up. Your time starts once you enter the maze.” Hector tries to ignore the pain and runs back into the maze. Rex turns the hourglass over and waits. Learning from past mistakes, he goes left and then takes the next two rights. Another fork in the maze: straight or left. The pain is getting to him, and he can’t focus on anything. He lets out a cry and then runs to the left.

She shook her head, determined to stay true to her purpose. Luna: "We must not falter, my pack. This labyrinth seeks to test our resolve. Stay vigilant and trust in our bond." Her pack nodded, their determination mirroring Luna's own. Together, they pushed forward, their paws guiding them through the maze of shadows. As they navigated the labyrinth, Luna noticed flickering glimpses of figures darting through the corners of her vision. They seemed to be mirages, elusive and ever-shifting. Luna's instincts told her that these were the guardians of the labyrinth, the tests they needed to overcome.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

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.

There was no sky, only a vast, glowing void above us where millions of harvested souls flowed like a river of violet electricity. "This is what they did with them," I whispered, my amethyst eyes tracking the river of light. "This is the 'Harvest.' They’re being processed into energy for the expansion." "Don't look at the river, precious," Nevan said, drawing his claymore. The silver runes on the blade were screaming, the lavender light fighting back against the oppressive golden aura of the room. "Look at the floor. It’s moving." He was right. The surface beneath our feet wasn't stone; it was a sea of shifting cubes, constantly rearranging themselves to form a path that led deeper into the m

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.