Vince Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Was she going to die this way, without even experiencing what it felt like to be marked and cherished by her mate? The car began moving and she jolted forward, her stomach lurching as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The guard turned to glare at her, and she could swear that his watchful gaze made her skin crawl. Irish turned to Cynthia and opened her mouth to speak, however, soon realizing that that there was no way out of her predicament she shut them, reclining back on the chair and waiting for the worst to happen. Suddenly, the tires of their car gave out a loud screeching sound as it came to an abrupt stop.

Hazel's atonement score kept climbing until it finally reached 100%. That was when it plummeted because King Ragnar had found a better hound. The two dogs were pitted against each other. Hazel was drugged by King Ragnar and gradually weakened before the other hound tore her apart alive. Out of 36 players, only I remained. By then, I'd lost track of how much time had passed. The comments were still full of mocking remarks. Some rooted for me to die early so they could watch the next batch of newcomers join the game.

Whenever he looked at me like that, I felt nothing but goosebumps all over my skin, and my body was suddenly warmer than usual. “If you’re sure, we can start. There are water bottles all over the maze, so you don’t have to worry about being dehydrated. I’ll give you a twenty-minute head start because I am a very fast runner, and I will catch you if it’s less than that. All you need to focus on is getting to the end of the maze.” I agreed. I stood there to catch a deep breath and to decipher whether it was a good idea to play games with a monster, but I ultimately decided it was worth a shot. What was the worst that could happen anyway?

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

EZREAL’S POV I watched the car disappear into the darkness, its taillights shrinking until they became nothing more than fading embers swallowed by the night. The smell of smoke and blood hung thick in the air, metallic and satisfying. A slow smirk curved my lips. “Run,” I murmured under my breath. “I’ll still find you.” Vincent came up beside me, boots crunching over broken concrete and spent shells. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp, always watching. “Clean hit,” he said. “You got his leg.”

A second later, a sniper fell over the railing, his rifle clattering to the floor. ‎ ‎"How are you doing that?" Vexa gasped, reloading. ‎ ‎"I can see them," I breathed, the magic humming in my blood. "I can see the paths." ‎ ‎"Keep seeing them!" Kaelen roared. "Move!" ‎ ‎We broke cover. ‎ ‎We sprinted through the maze of slot machines. I was the navigator. ‎ ‎"Duck!" I shouted. ‎ ‎Kaelen ducked. A shotgun blast took the head off a statue right where his head had been.

She was running and running along the path laid out not knowing where she was going. Eloisa ran all the way to the hospital from the pub, which was almost on the other end of the village. As soon as she heard the news, she closed the pub and ran all the way to the hospital. When she reached her mother's room, she saw her sleep and nurse fixing her saline tube. Eloisa entered the room and the nurse looked up at her. The room smelt so stale and filled with medicinal smell that it made her almost choke. She had never really liked hospitals anyway. She came to the hospital only three times including today. Not once she felt comfortable here. Hospitals always smell of stale and death to her. The

“He’s going to kill Vance.” “He’s not killing him,” Mason said, jaw tight. “Not if we get there first.” We sped down the gravel road, dust swallowing the car until everything outside looked like a sandstorm. I gripped the seat, my chest heaving, my vision blurring. And then… Vance’s mansion appeared through the haze. A huge white house, tall windows, polished stone, and that sickeningly perfect green lawn. I saw the back garage door. Wide open. Rhett’s motorcycle thrown sideways in the driveway…

Both Vince and Isabelle screamed while he drove in a zigzag manner trying to brush away the vamp on his roof. Even if Vince was already in a frantic state, he still focused himself for Isabelle's sake when suddenly another vamp jumped off like a lightning on the bonnet in front of Vince himself. He was shocked that he accidentally bumped his car on a big tree by the highway. Blood rushed on his head after it hit the steering wheel. Because the impact was so strong, even if there was an airbag; Vince was still terribly hurt. In his conscious state, he looked at the vamps slowly coming closer to them.

His free hand grabbed my arm, and he forced me towards the parking lot. "Help—" "Shut up!" The knife was tight against me. "You scream, you'll be sorry." The cemetery was silent. No one would hear. Vince shoved me into the back of his beat-up BMW, then got in the driver's seat. He looked at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes burning with a wild madness. "Buckle up," he started the engine. "We're going somewhere special." "Where?" "You'll see." The car pulled out of the cemetery and headed for the outskirts of town. I tried to memorize the route, looking for a chance to escape.