The Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Amber Alex, Edison, and I emerge from the maze world, coughing as thick smoke assaults our lungs. We are back in the living room, but something isn’t right. Everyone is coughing, straining to see through the fog, and then staring at us with wide eyes as if not expecting us to be there.

Miron died on the battlefield. The Starcrest Pack won—but the victory was drenched in blood. That night, Caesar knelt before the graves until dawn, begging for forgiveness, praying Rena might come to him in a dream. But nothing came. Later, he learned from Miron's subordinates that Rena's connection to his uncle had been a financial transaction. So he went back to the graves again, sitting in the cold until morning. He didn't blame her. Not even then. If she would just come back, he'd forgive it all.

The white lights in the giant, high-ceilinged concrete room slowly dimmed, replaced by a thin red glow reflecting off the glass walls. From four corners, a maze model slowly rotated, revealing narrow pathways and constantly flickering points of light. The Blind Maze was never designed to be simply a physical obstacle course. It's a living machine that reads human movement, body heat, and hesitation. The structure resembles a giant network of blood vessels. The walls are made of opaque polymer-coated glass that can turn transparent or dark in a split second. The floor is matte metal, absorbing light reflections so the human eye can't guess the laser's direction.

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!”

The maze seems alive somehow, trapping its victims and toying with them before they succumb to exhaustion and despair. — ۩ Alone, you must find and join each of your team teammates before the day ends, and before nightfall bites. But be warned, this is not a simple escape-the-maze games. The maze-like arena holds many obstacles and dangers. Dangerous obstacles and real threats await you around every corner. Venture alone at your own risk.

After what felt like an eternity of trials and tribulations, they arrived at a massive stone archway, adorned with ancient symbols and pulsating with an energy that sent a shiver down Amelia's spine. Soren's voice echoed through the silence. "Within lies the final test. The Heartstone calls upon you to prove your worth." As they stepped through the archway, the forest transformed into an ethereal, maze-like labyrinth. The path twisted and turned, shifting its layout with every breath they took. Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as they navigated through the maze, their steps fueled by determination. Suddenly, the maze turned pitch-black, enshrouded in darkness. Panic rose within Amelia, bu

I begin to wish I had chosen travel companions who were better communicators. Tidiane shimmers and re-emerges as Mrs Choudry. It's disconscerting to see her fling her long black braid over her shoulder and raise a finger at me as she says, "Sewer Trolls." I actually feel myself turn green. Of course I should have expected this. A city with so many living beings, especially magical ones, is going to be a land of milk and honey to a sewer troll. Or a land of ... ugh ... I can't bring myself to think of what flows in the sewers beneath the city. The viaduct tunnels run underground. Luka was imprisoned there and somehow escaped. The tunnels lead to the sewers.

Running around the hallway, her scent reeking with fresh blood. "Help me! Help me! There's an assassin!" Morrigan ran through the long hallway to the staircase. Throwing herself from the top of the staircase, rolling down from it. The maids that went out of their chambers and the guards heeding the call of the princess immediately ran towards Morrigan who is drenched in both blood and sweat. "Ah!" Morrigan screamed as she reached for her now broken ankle. Receiving it as a repercussion from her fall from the staircase. Exactly what she needs.

"And the maze is designed to break whatever is left of your sanity. The corridors span miles. There are traps. There are echoes of your past. And there are no clocks. You could be down here for days. There is a bottle of water and three protein bars in the chest in front of you. You will hunt each other in the dark until one of you stops breathing. Welcome to the Abyss." The PA system clicked off. It left behind a heavy, crushing silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic dripping of water. I stood alone in the pool of light. I was bleeding, barefoot, and stripped of the intoxicating power I had held in the Conservatory. I was at the bottom of the world, hunted by a lethal operative in a

“Some witch made them. They are made to keep us from burning in the sunlight.” “I see. Good to know.” “Yeah, come on, we have work to do.” Rex leads Hector to an enormous maze garden. The maze consists of stone walls eight feet high. It goes back about five miles across the castle grounds. There is a small group of people waiting by the entrance. “What is this?” Hector asks.