The Maze Runner Scorch Trials Book Novels & Stories

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

Nora stood in the space between us, her chest rising and falling too fast, caught in the storm of our fury. I etched another rune in the air, the symbol trembling under my hand. Flames bled into the ground in a jagged line that separated us from the nearest wave of hunters. Their screams blurred together as fire consumed them, but none of it mattered. Not the danger, not the blood, not the Trial itself. What mattered was that her eyes lingered on me when the fire lit her face. Not Lucien. Not Caelum. Me. I wanted to burn the world until nothing stood between us.

Jace whirled, dragging me with him as another scout lunged from the shadows, blade raised. The scout’s blade came down in a silver arc. Jace caught it mid-strike, claws sparking against the runes etched into the steel. His growl rattled through the trees as he twisted, snapping the man’s wrist and hurling him into the ground. Tyler buried his knife in another scout’s throat, dragging it across with brutal precision. Black ichor hissed on the blade as the body crumbled to dust. I barely had time to breathe before the last scout lunged at me, faster than the others. His blade nicked my arm, the sting searing. Pain snapped my control. The runes under my skin flared like wildfire. Silver flames

And I didn’t think the Beta had given her anything less. I turn, hugging the book closer to my side. There was no way I could get to the library now. I’d have to finish the rest of this in my room. ————————————————————————————————— NOEL I used to be able to see. This time, the maze is an endless ocean. The water is cold, chilling my skin down to a shade whiter than snow. My arms barely move with how frozen it is. Every breath I take is so ragged and choked that I don’t know how I’m still alive. The water is dark in all directions.

And then, with a flash of light and a surge of energy, the trial began. Chapter 16: The Test of Courage As the traveler stood before the guardian's trial, he felt a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that the trial would test his courage and resolve, pushing him to the limits of his abilities. With a deep breath, he stepped forward and faced the first challenge—a series of illusions that sought to deceive and disorient him. But the traveler was not so easily swayed, his mind sharp and his spirit unyielding in the face of adversity.

The liquid rose and warmed her whole body as it dropped, giving her a tingling sensation. The surroundings began to shift and became increasingly blurry as soon as she dropped the chalice. The faces in the group disappeared, to be replaced by a swirling mist. She knew Bruce was feeling a little disoriented too since she heard him gasp next to her. The distant voice of Elder Thorne echoed, "The trials begin." "May you be guided by the Moon Mother." Abruptly, Amelia found herself alone in a dense jungle. The trees seemed abnormally tall, the light entirely blocked by their intertwined branches. From a distance, she heard Bruce calling her name, his voice filled with anxiety.

KAEL The chamber felt like a tomb, heavy with the scent of burning sage and ancient stone. Flickering torchlight danced across the walls, casting long shadows. It was just us; me, Arlo standing shoulder to shoulder as always, our fathers Dimitri and Cassius, and the high seer, Elowen. No guards, no elders, no prying eyes from the council. This was sacred ground, deep in the heart of Moonfall's sanctum, where prophecies were whispered and fates sealed.

She listened to their stories, woven into the fabric of their nightly gatherings around the fire, tales of ancient battles, cunning hunts, and enduring sacrifices. Her second trial involved a hunt. She was not immediately included in the main pack hunt but was tasked with a solitary mission: to track and bring down a lone stag. This was no mere test of hunting skill; it was a test of her self-reliance, her ability to adapt and overcome adversity. The forest, once a comforting haven, now felt foreign and challenging. The shadows seemed to writhe with unseen dangers. But Lyra, guided by her instincts and her newfound resolve, persevered. She tracked the stag for hours, matching wits and stamin

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

But I told myself anyway. By the time the light outside the windows shifted from black to grey, we’d gone through four books, two pots of tea, and more pack law than I’d absorbed in all my time at Ravenwood. I knew the trial’s history backwards. I knew the layout of the lower arena: stone floor, high walls, two entry gates at opposite ends. I knew that in the last recorded trial, the victor had shifted right in the middle of the fight, using her wolf’s speed to trap her opponent against the eastern wall. The paralytic compound Mira had carefully skipped over, came from a plant that grew only in the herb gardens on Ravenwood’s southern grounds. All of it was etched into my mind. I had two wee