Thomas Sangster Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Thomas cast one last look at Santiago's lifeless body, then ran toward the stairwell. The final act was about to begin.

Walking back to that waiting room, seeing the faces of the few survivors who'd made it this far, I knew what I had to do. Michael and Ruth and the others had died to get Thomas here. Their sacrifice meant something only if I was willing to do whatever it took to save him. "I want to see him first," I told the healer when I found him again. "Of course. Follow me." The healing chamber was dimly lit, filled with the soft glow of candles and the steady hum of whatever magical equipment they used here. Thomas lay on a raised stone platform, his face pale as death but still breathing. Tubes and wires connected him to various devices I didn't recognize.

Logan reported. My jaw dragged on the floor. “What?! How?!” “Their bodies were torn open and filled with dirt. Whoever saved Maya is deadly.” Thomas added. “He killed four of Logan's men. We are up against an assassin.” “Do we have any idea where they are headed? Any trail?” I asked. Thomas shrugged, Logan shook his head gently, “No but it might be Silver moon, we have to reach out to the healer quickly, if a war is coming, he's about the only person who can help us against the wrath of my step brother.”

The twelve-year-old boy was limp, his pale head resting against her shoulder, his system still fighting the immediate side effects of the bone marrow extraction. "She’s heading for the old steam transport tunnels," Thomas said, pointing to a flashing red node on the facility map. "Those lines run directly under the city sewer grid and exit two blocks north into an abandoned rail yard. If she hits the street level there, we lose her signal completely." "She won't hit the street," Alexander said smoothly, standing up from his chair with a slow, terrifying grace that made the security guards in the room step back. He turned his storm-grey eyes toward Vivian, his gaze tracking the fierce, unyiel

The serum was burning me alive from the inside. "Faster!" I screamed, though I didn't know if anyone could hear me anymore. "Please, faster!" My legs buckled. I caught myself, pushing harder against the crack. The stone around it began to crumble under the pressure. If it gave way completely, the entire tunnel would flood in seconds. I couldn't let that happen. "Maya!" A young wolf splashed toward me instead of the exit. Thomas, barely sixteen. "Let me help!" "Get out!" I snarled. "That's an order!"

Thomas said, "My father’s R&D capabilities are the core power of Sterling Technology. The counterfeit would never allow any harm to come to my father. So, during this period, he will definitely try his best to take care of my father. Besides, I’ve given them a prescription and a recipe. I believe that within a week, my father will recover thirty to forty percent capacity. At that time, it is the best time for us to save him." In other words, they only had a week to prepare. Aries frowned slightly and showed two fingers. "There are two troublesome things. First of all, we don't know the specific address of the Underground City. Secondly, how to deal with the counterfeit and even the Gomes fam

"I'm going back for my idiot." She walked through the light. [MEANWHILE: THOMAS AND MARTHA'S BUBBLE] They fell together, hand in hand, and landed in a place they never wanted to see again. 1. The night of the Maw incident. The laboratory beneath Sterling Tower, filled with the screams of dying colleagues and the purple light of a reality wound tearing itself open. 2. "No," Martha whispered. "Not this. Anything but this."

She's weak from silver exposure but mobile. We run. Up the stairs. Hunters appearing from everywhere. They were waiting. The illusion wasn't enough. Mordaunt knew. But we're committed now. Tom throws a flashbang. UV light. Blinds the vampire hunters. We push through. Out the west entrance. Into the street. Vehicles screeching. More hunters arriving. "This way!" I lead them into the warehouse maze. Using terrain. Buying seconds. We make it three blocks before they corner us. Twelve hunters. Surrounding us in abandoned factory.

Knowing her, that consequence involved great bodily harm. "See, he’s okay," Marissa murmured, wrapping an arm around me. "Now we really should get going." Nodding, I turn to Thomas and motion for him to do his thing. "Guess it’s showtime," Thomas quipped, kneeling down and pressing his hands against the ground beneath us. "No one make a sound and don’t move." The area around us grew quiet as Thomas let out a long breath. Muttering something, he pressed his palms harder against the earth while bright light started to trickle from his fingertips.

I knew I was dreaming. Or rather, having a nightmare. I was running through a dark and endless labyrinth, where the walls moved and seemed to close in more and more. I couldn't see my pursuers, but I knew that if I stopped running, it would be the end of me. When I looked up, I saw Thomas and Masato. They were abnormally large, like real giants. Laughing maliciously, they crossed their arms and mocked my ridiculous attempt to escape.