The Maze Runner The Death Cure Book Novels & Stories

Penny held up a small, leather-bound book, its pages filled with ancient runes and cryptic symbols. “This book holds the key, the potential cure for Draven’s curse. It’s an old, forgotten remedy, passed down through generations of healers, a secret whispered in the shadows of the forest.” The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation. They had found a glimmer of hope, a chance to save Draven, to bring him back from the brink of madness. A chance to bring back their beloved Alpha, their leader, their friend.

Even in pain, one should live, live is a blessing, something my mother couldn’t have. She died, my father died, so I am not a fan of death at all, I don’t want people around die, I don’t. “There is no cure, Aurora.” Arthur muttered. “The primordial made this poison, of course there is no cure outside their world.” I paused, my body couldn’t move and froze at its place. The soul sorcerers, they must have the cure---, I looked at Arthur and then shifted my gaze at Zeus lying unconscious on the bed.

He put up his good hand, made a fist, and then quickly sprayed his fingers out as he emphatically said, “Boo-ya. Gone within minutes.” The question of what happened to the human zombies flashed through her mind, but she said nothing. She knew that they hadn’t been able to save them. It was impossible to save all of them. It was time for her to be realistic. Somehow, now that she was free of the virus, she was better able to accept that. At least they’d cured one-hundred and would do so with as many as possible before the elimination cure was released. Rex moved next to her with his infant son in his arms. After being apart for so long, it was even easier to see the resemblance. There

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

- - End Of Chapter 19: Maze & Tip -

They’d even taken the precaution of arranging for a wet nurse in case she didn’t survive the process. At first, Kendra didn’t understand why they were so eager for the zombie cure, since they clearly lived in a world apart from the one she’d grown up in. Then, one day an alarm was raised to announce the fact that a zombie had wandered into the village. This was her first clue that, although there was a cloak to hide the visibility of the entrance/exit of the village, it didn’t seal it. Zombies – or humans – could find themselves inside the village without knowing how they got there.

Hunter sat before her in a chair. "Just kill me. Please..." "What if I say this can be changed? What if I say you can have your beautiful face back again? Will you still want to die?" Zara's face came up ever so slowly. The hope in her eyes shone brighter than her tears. "I-is that possible?" "Mmhmm." Hunter reached into the pocket of his jeans and fished out a small vial. The transparent liquid in it shimmered in the daylight. "This is the cure to the virus you have running in your body. An antidote."

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.