Novel & Cerita Newt Maze Runner Imagines

Was she going to die this way, without even experiencing what it felt like to be marked and cherished by her mate? The car began moving and she jolted forward, her stomach lurching as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The guard turned to glare at her, and she could swear that his watchful gaze made her skin crawl. Irish turned to Cynthia and opened her mouth to speak, however, soon realizing that that there was no way out of her predicament she shut them, reclining back on the chair and waiting for the worst to happen. Suddenly, the tires of their car gave out a loud screeching sound as it came to an abrupt stop.

“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.”

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?

Renee yelled at her image. “Or what? You going to harm your own mind to make it stop?” Renee yelled in frustration. Her image was right. There was nothing she could do about any of this. She couldn’t make her own mind stop showing her what happened. But she could certainly try. She ran at her image and tackled her. Her hands wrapped around her own throat and began to squeeze. She laughed maniacally as her image’s face began to turn blue. She started to feel like she was suffocating. Her hands slacked up and everything around her turned to blackness. She was falling into a black void. She screamed as she continued to fall.

“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.

Maze is reserved on the outside, cold to some but soft as a marshmallow underneath it all. In a way, Maze reminds me of myself, and now I'm beginning to understand that we belong together. Maze is my mate, and I can't stay away from her anymore. She has those kinds of eyes that can see into your soul and captivate you on the spot. I'm already placed under her spell, unable to break free.

Now let's go. The guards stepped forward and tied the blindfolds. Total darkness swallowed me. I was led to my starting position on the left side of the maze. My other senses immediately kicked into high gear. I could hear the rustle of the wind, the distant cheers of the crowd, and the slow creak-creak-creak of the vine cage lowering Raven toward the ice. “Are we ready?” Maddox’s voice boomed through a microphone. “Kings, on my mark... Go!”

Hair tied back so hard it pulled at my scalp. If I stayed still, I’d start shaking again. The basement gym was empty when I got there. The treadmill sat in the corner like it had been waiting for me. I cranked the speed higher than usual and started running. At first, it burned. My chest labored under the sudden strain while my limbs groaned with every movement. Then the noise in my head kicked in. I saw the comments I hadn’t even read yet but imagined them anyway. "So the Luna was just a cover."

The moment Eliana stepped into the maze, she understood that this place was not meant to be navigated—it was meant to confuse, divide, and expose. The walls rose high on either side of them, made of a dark stone that seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting it. Even the faint glow that lingered in the air struggled to survive here, leaving long shadows that stretched and shifted as though they were alive. The ground beneath her feet felt solid, yet each step carried a strange echo, like the maze was listening, keeping track of every movement.