Newt Maze Runner Imagines Novels & Stories

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.

CARLA I knew I shouldn't be running. However, the news I got from my mate made me do so. The doctor came with the result of the DNA test. And I couldn't help but be curious about that. I wanted to know. I stopped in front of Zurin's office door. But I didn't knock and just stood there to steady my breath and racing heart. Well, I didn't actually run like in my running session during training. It was merely a quick walk. Still, my mate would hate me doing so.

“Mara, Sam, Lena—watch the runes.” “Got it,” Lena says, light tracing a safe path. “Like the uprising?” “Sneakier,” Raymond says, light guiding us. “We’re close.” The archive’s halls are a maze, walls carved with runes that pulse with dark magic, air thick with dust and old power. A guardian shade lunges, claws slashing, and my shadows tear it apart, ash scattering like snow. “Keep it tight!” I yell, shielding Raymond as another shade strikes, grazing my side, blood dripping hot.

She then gaily raised her forefinger as she pointed the entrance of the labyrinth maze. "Should we.. play the maze, your highness? Last one in there is a rotten egg!" Margaret hollered as she hastened through the opening of the maze with determination to win a competition where the other participant doesn't even have an ounce of vim to do a mere brisk walk. "You should also run! She's winning! Let me take over so the bitch will learn her lesson! How daring she is to utter those words at us earlier!" Mildred was seething with furious smoke. But again, Yseah just heave an exhausted sigh.

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

He was breathing, barely alive, yet he was slowly getting consumed by a particular substance that set his heart on fire. A fire that would burn him to the ground...soon Whatever burned him was taking away his revered monster, was making him restless...faded. Looking inward, Adrian didn't know what to name the feeling. Was it love? He shook his head in the negative. It couldn't be, because he hadn't felt this way before. At that moment, Adrian saw the nurses running around, looking all flustered as they came in and out of the emergency ward room where Irish was. Instantly, Adrian jerked up, his laptop falling from his lap to the ground. He was slowly losing his mind because of one woman, yet

“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.”

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

“The Maze isn’t punishment. It’s preparation.” Seraphine frowned. “Preparation for what? Breaking the students?” “For the Trials,” Caleb said simply. “It is coming soon. And you can't activate your strain if your mind isn’t free.” Lyra glanced at Seraphine, softer now. “That’s what it’s really about. The Maze digs into the things that haunt us, the fears, the doubts, the aching questions we never let go of. It forces them into the open so we can face them, get closure. Otherwise, you’d step into the Trials with a divided heart, and divided hearts break under magic.”

Kain removes the probe, leaving me trembling, still cuffed. “Night one complete,” he says, voice low. “Tomorrow, the neural maze—where you’ll run, and I’ll hunt.” He leaves me on the frame, the cameras still rolling, my body exposed, the network still buzzing with my shame and desire, already craving the next violation. My bare feet slap against the humming floor of the neural maze, a shifting labyrinth of holographic walls that flicker with distorted images of my own naked body—sweat-slicked, branded, dripping from last night’s calibration.