Vince Maze Runner Novels & Stories

"In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

That sometimes, I imagined how all this ends, and it was always the same. She’s standing over my body. Not the other way around. And still, I couldn’t stop. Because if I paused long enough to think about the finish line, I’d never make the next step. I stared out the window until the sun dipped behind the trees. And then I went hunting. Vincent’s name came up next. Runner. Street-level informant. Turned off his tracker three weeks ago. Still pulling checks from a shell company linked to the Voronin’s. Gia found the location. An abandoned arcade off Fifth.

I’d planted a tracker in his saddlebag earlier, a trick I learned from Marcus himself. The trail led me to the edge of Blackthorn... the Vipers’ turf. I parked a few blocks down and moved on foot, staying low, using the shadows. The warehouse ahead was lit in red and white — Viper colors. And parked outside were bikes I’d recognize anywhere. Vipers. And one black SUV. I edged closer, careful not to make a sound. Through a half-broken window, I saw them — Jace Malone, their president, and Milo standing face-to-face.

Vince looked at his watch and slapped the steering wheel angrily, then he backed up and prepared to turn around. He can't waste time here. "Hi, sir, our rescue team will be here in five minutes." "Get out!" Vince felt like he was going to explode. How was Lydia? He had to see Lydia right away! Suddenly, the two men in overalls started running desperately toward the fields on either side of the road, as if they were running from something terrible. This wasn't right! Vince saw a frightening image from the rearview mirror of his car. A black Mercedes was slamming into him at an outrageous speed!

I got up on instinct and started running again. Ezra called out my name and was soon following me. I thought he wouldn't be able to reach me, but before I knew it he was right behind me. The car was getting closer and closer and I had to get to the road before it passed. I couldn't breathe how fast I was running. The driver appeared to be driving distracted because he did not slow down and had every intention of continuing on his way. I hit the road with just a few seconds' head start, but I didn't stop running because Ezra wanted to stab me with the knife. The car was right in front of me and I had to pull to the side at the last moment to avoid it going over me, the next thing I heard was

Danté said deep in thought, Rebecca's eyes in his mind, his words chum to the sharks echoed over and over, Vincent saw it and pointed. "Let it go now! You can be lucky Roman called in a silver test, usually hunters are disposed of for shit like that!" "I know! No need to be daddy about it fuck man!" Vincent drank the last bit and stood up "You have a way I can track her down?" "Look at you! The ranked hunter asking a sweeper for some advice?" "Fuck you Kane" Danté laughed holding a piece of paper to him "She has this rather posh red RV, a trailer towing a black Dodge Challenger Hellcat behind it, those are the plates"

The image of Burney lying there, screaming at me to run was etched into the back of my eyelids and it was the only reason I hadn't crumpled into a useless heap on the ground. As far as I could tell, Lance wasn't following me. He'd got his kill and had a massive mess to clean up, and I was just one little girl running in the opposite direction of Quanu. But I'd looped back a while ago, and once I'd been sure of my freedom, I'd kept just inside the tree line. I would never have put myself in such a dangerous position if I'd had the choice, but it was this or risk the henchmen again. By some miracle I'd avoided being taken, by them and the shades and now it was getting harder to ignore the smal

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

I've been hooked on this game called Helix Jump and can't stop playing it since recently. I had just lost my streak when I saw a black-tinted Mercedez pull up next to my stop. I observed it skeptically for a while but soon went back to staring at my screen. Nobody got out of the car nor went in, it was just parked there. Though this wasn't a proper reason to bring suspicion on it, I couldn't help myself. After the events of these past weeks, my guard has been put up higher making me feel on edge for the smallest things.

' Greyson made me woke up to reality and I rushed to open the cell door and lift her to my chest, carrying her. I ran out from my house to the pack's house to get Autumn to the pack's hospital. I saw the Guardians are checking some wolves when I walked in. "I need help here!" I yelled and their faces turned to mine and shocked when they saw the condition of who I carried. I should have run to the dungeon faster. It's all my fault. I mind-linked Jarred and told him to bring everyone in the guest room to the Pack's hospital. We have a big pack's hospital on the second floor of the pack's house.