The Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Then it dawned on her like an epiphany. “Oh my kami!” “What? What is it?” Sasha asked, alarmed. He had stopped walking and turned around. “Now I know why they said only kids can enter the maze.” “Why? What are you talking about?” “The maze designs. I know what they are.” “Really? That’s great! Well… don’t leave me hanging here. What are they?” Aki stared at Sasha and answered: “Cat’s cradle.”

Maze shifted from one foot to another being uncomfortable under their gaze, she never realized all this could make her feel awkward. Ryan meanwhile signaled a maid to inform the movers to shift Maze's luggage upstairs, which was done soon. Ryan turned to his mother and said ignoring his mother's expression, "Meet my best friend, Maze Hamelyn. She is the only family I had when both of you weren't there with me among the stranger in an unknown city,"

An assassin in all black stepped out from the shadows in all black mask and clothes with a smirk on his face as he showed the kids the knife in his hands stained with their dad's blood. "You guys wanna play a game?" They shook their head with tears running down their eyes. "It's called chase and run... You run.. while I chase you.." he stared at them like a maniac, and the two kids began screaming and running at once. At that moment, Princess turned and saw the man finish her mother off by tossing a dagger into her chest which killed her off instantly. They ran and ran, but their Little legs didn't even make it out of the house before two women appeared before them, and when they turned to r

I asked as if I wanted to. "They could shoot it down, come on," he pulled me along as we ran. I didn't know where we were running to, but I ran after him with a hammering heart. Soon I heard gunshots followed by the explosion of the helicopter. We were quite far so it didn't bother us. A maze came into view, a blue bushed maze with cherry blossoms. "What kind of maze is this?" "One I use for training my men. It might look like a regular bush, but it's actually bulletproof. This would give us enough time to escape." He explained.

"Mr. Rogers. You located the boardroom. How. enterprising. The maze was behind them. Now, they had to face the minotaur. —-

I followed close behind, my mind running through the plans we had devised, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. As we reached the edge of the survivors’ camp, the quiet before the storm felt suffocating. We had no choice but to engage. There was no retreating from this. There was no turning back. The only option was to fight. --- The first shots rang out like a lightning strike—sudden, unexpected, and deafening. Our team scattered into the cover of the trees, returning fire. The chaos was overwhelming. The survivors weren’t just fighting to defend themselves—they were attacking with everything they had, and there was no mercy in their eyes. I could feel the weight of every shot, every

The ground seemed to tilt beneath my feet, but I forced a bright smile, desperate not to look pathetic in front of him. "That was amazing!" I gasped, wiping a strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. "That's just the warmup," Jaxon replied smoothly, his eyes locked onto mine. "Come on. Let's hit the Horror Maze." The horror place was housed inside a dimly lit tent at the back of the grounds. The entrance was shaped like a giant, distorted skull, breathing out thick fog. The moment we stepped inside, total darkness swallowed us. The maze was a sensory nightmare. The floors shifted unpredictably beneath our feet, and walls of tattered fabric brushed against my face.

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.

But the leg is not in such a shape that it can run over uneven ground while bearing Fred's full weight. We stand at the invisible start line of a race of unknown length and take a deep breath. Martin, Madeline, Maverick and I look at each other, conveying our concern. We take a deep breath. “Go,” Maverick says. The seven of us break into a run while Noah, Douglas and Fred go as fast as they can. About 15 steps in the first arrow swoops past me, hitting the ground. “Keep moving,” I yell. Zigzagging through the forest. I hate that we are just running from them trying to avoid getting hit but without weapons or protection it’s our only option. Run, hope and pray to the Moon Goddess that she wil

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.