The Book The Maze Novels & Stories

Crazy dimwits. I stay quiet and walk away from them as quickly as I could although I could still hear them laughing and calling me names. I walk straight to my locker and hurriedly take out the books I needed so I could get to class before Gabrielle and her minions catch up to me or even worse get to class before me.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

It rattled with dust, and she gasped when something hard fell off from the top shelf. “Oh, no!” Madison placed the telescope down and hurried over to pick up and return whatever it was but paused when she deemed it a large thick book. She blew on the casing and tilted her head in confusion at the words written on its front. The more she stared, the more she heard a voice beckoning her to open and look at its pages. She brushed her fingers against the lock and wondered if its key was nearby. She set it down on a table and dragged a chair to inspect the dresser. The girl probed around to find a key and blinked when she discovered it inside one of its drawers. She jumped down from her chair and

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

I glanced around, fascinated but somewhat anxious about where Mabel was leading me. To my parents? She hadn't given me a definite reply when I asked her whether they were dead. Mabel walked ahead, her steps echoing softly in the underground space. The chamber expanded into a series of interconnected rooms. Their doors were all half open, allowing me to catch glimpses of their inhabitants. Shelves lined with old books, mysterious looking sculptures, and faded tapestries decorated with colorful scenes, often featuring the full moon in the night sky. As we moved deeper, we reached the end of the corridor. The floor was adorned with symbols and markings. Mabel stopped and faced me with a solemn

he vowed, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. With steady steps, we entered the labyrinth, its narrow passages swallowing us whole. The maze seemed alive, its walls pulsating with an eerie glow. Whispers reverberated through the corridors, taunting us with half-formed truths and echoes of our own doubts. As we navigated the twisting paths, uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my mind. Doubts, like tendrils, threatened to consume me. But with each challenge we faced, I found solace in Malachi's unwavering presence by my side.

It just gave them more ways to be insane. Mia stared at the walls, sensing them closing in on her. This was how it always started with Xavier’s games. She was a mouse stuck in a maze, turning to the right, running to the left, being blocked by bushes and walls, scared she would never get out. She was a mouse stuck in a maze and she smelled the cheese ahead, knew there was a way to escape, but she couldn’t see the path through the darkness because Xavier’s games were always so dark and rage.

Just as the walls were about to close in completely, they made it out, tumbling into another corridor, panting and out of breath. They didn’t stop to catch their breath for long, though. The realization was slowly dawning on them all. “The maze is alive,” Maya whispered, her voice barely audible. “It’s shifting, changing. That’s why no one has ever escaped. It’s designed to trap us.” Nathan swallowed, his face pale. “How do we escape something like that?” Tanaka looked grim as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “We don’t know. But we keep moving forward. The map still shows us the center, and we stick to the plan.”

I’ll try the former first! As he was imagining opening a portal, he unconsciously made a monster! Huh? What? What is this? It looks like a big cotton candy? Small cloud? Maybe spending some time at Bathala’s special realm somehow affected me unconsciously? But what is this really? *Pokes The small monster then roles to the side, showing its head and his legs. It’s a monster? A cute little monster? Why did a monster pop up when I’d thought of opening the portal?

Its pages were open and it was laying face down on my table beside the broken mirror from the MoonBorn Pack. I’d left them both there because I had no use for them but out of boredom and curiosity, I picked up the self-help book to read and now I was halfway into it. The weird thing about the book was Zena saying she wasn’t the one who slipped the book under my door. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why would I get you something silly? I’d give you a dagger or something instead, so we can find those monsters together and gut them.” Those were her exact words when I asked her about the book.