The Maze Runner The Box Novels & Stories

As the last rune clicked into position, the protective shimmer around the box faded, and the air grew still. “We did it,” I breathed, reaching out to take the box. It was surprisingly light, humming with a faint energy. But just as we turned to leave, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber. Gabriel’s men had caught up with us. “There they are!” Marcus Reed shouted, pointing at us with a sneer. “Get them!” We bolted for the nearest exit, clutching the precious box. The library seemed to twist and shift around us, its enchanted traps reactivating in response to the intrusion. Arrows shot out from the walls, narrowly missing us, and flames erupted from hidden vents.

But John suddenly lifted the metal box from Mara's arms. Before she could react, he tore the little emergency lock. The box jumped. A gleaming white light shot out. No flame. No object. Just light. It met the three figures at the same time. Everybody died. Then they screamed. Not with voices. With hundreds of voices. Men. Women. Children. The whole tunnel vibrated. Mara stared at the open box. There was no device inside. Just a glass ampule. Darin: a single silver chip. Silver chip

I heard the guard say as they dragged me away. They threw me into the basement and another guard strode in holding something covered with a black cloth. He put it down and removed the cloth. It was a box. He unlocked it and all three guards ran out of the room leaving me alone in the basement which had discarded machines. I looked at the box and left it behind. A huge cobra came out of the box. I stood up and slowly started moving backwards as the creature crawled out of the box.

One after another, they opened, and more beasts spilled through them in waves. Yonah watched as the pandemonium began. “Now,” he said, “the real work begins.” ******* Roselia snapped toward the sharp crack that came from the rune-carved box on her shelf. Her vision was still ruined, but she didn’t need her eyes here. She carried the shape of the workshop in her head down to the last table edge and hanging hook. She snatched the box from the shelf and set it on the table too hard. Cold dread crawled beneath her skin. Her fingers shook as she lifted the lid.

"This must be the key." Harley examined the area around the pedestal. "No obvious traps, but we should still be careful." Seraphina stepped forward, her hand hovering over the box. "I can sense the power within it. This is definitely what we're looking for." With a deep breath, Marinetta carefully lifted the box from the pedestal. For a moment, the runes on the box flared brightly, and then the light dimmed, leaving a sense of calm in its wake. "We have the key," Marinette said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and anticipation. "Now we need to find the guardian and the Nexus of Veils."

She looked at Mason, who was still talking to his warriors. Now how would I open this? There was nothing special on top of the mantle. No inconspicuous lever, book, or photo that looked out of place. Instead, she saw the box from before. The one she touched and met the crazy woman and her pet werewolf. Next to the box was a key. She quickly swiped it, not knowing what it went to, but it was something. "She sent two warriors to the hospital with…some sort of…magic dust," she heard one of the warriors say and smiled.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

"They need my help. You might not have seen me again if not because of their kindness, why are you stopping me from helping them?" "Because that box is too powerful and people are complicated. They might come after it once they see its powers." "I don't care. I just have to do what is right first" She said and ran back to the school, Miss Peyton's room. Maya laid on the ground so as Jaeleah, holding Maya's hand and Wenda sat above their head, in between them and opened the box and placed her hands on them. Their body began to shake vigorously as they wandered into the dreamland to finish the dream.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

The wind howled louder, nearly knocking Tara off her feet. I seized it, my power wrapping around the formless horror like chains. It fought, but I forced it down towards the obsidian box. The vessel trembled, the runes igniting with a crimson glow. The mass slammed inside. The lid snapped shut automatically, sealing it with a thunderclap that shook the ground. But it wasn't done. It needed a blood lock. I slashed my palm with my claws, blood welling to the surface. With shaking fingers, I smeared it across the lid's runes. They glowed brighter. The box went still, the wind dying.