Will Poulter Maze Runner Novels & Stories

one of Lyra's guards growled, struggling against his captors. "Shut up!" Colton's man snarled, slamming his fist into the guard's jaw. Lyra's eyes blazed with fury and fear as she realized she was alone, at Colton's mercy. "Please..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm pregnant...have mercy." Mr. Colton's laughter boomed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Let's see how Harrison Monroe feels after losing his child, just like I lost mine," he taunted, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Maybe then he'll understand my pain."

I scrambled toward the open door, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body screaming for release. "Cassius!" I shouted, though I knew he wasn't in there anymore. Just the beast. I sprinted into the corridor, not looking back as the sounds of visceral, tearing flesh echoed behind me. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the faint light coming from the main entrance of the pack house. I could hear shouting, the distinct sound of gunfire, and the screams of men dying. I ran until my lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. I reached the main floor to see Malakai and Tavian engaging a group of three monsters near the grand staircase.

James says as we all shift into our wolves, before surrounding the warehouse Holly is. Have never seen James like this before, he's so uptight. He's terrified of losing Holly. We all need our mate, and female betta. James barged the front door of the warehouse, breaking it down, he went in and we all followed after. We began searching everywhere for Holly. "Fuck!" James screams in our head, I turn to him and see him holding a piece of cloth in his mouth. The same shawl Stacy bought for Holly as a birthday gift.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

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

My heart pounds in my chest as I run after Zayne. The puppet master is here. Finally.

She squinted, peering closely at the inscription engraved below the canvas, Lake Tekapo New Zealand. She smiled at the thought of James Miller sitting alone with canvas and watercolors in his hands, he must have looked very cool at that time. She shifted the painting because she saw another painting behind it. She almost screamed when she saw a compilation of horrible paintings on a very large canvas. The painting was divided into four parts, the first part depicted a woman standing in the kitchen with a large knife in her hand. That woman was wearing a white nightgown and her face was smiling as if she had lost her mind.

I had no time to even process anything. Cael crouched by the central table where a rough map of standard maze layouts had been carved into wood. “Listen carefully,” he said. “The maze changes every sixty seconds. Paths close and new ones open. Somewhere inside are three crest tokens. Each token returned to center earns points. Defensive constructs guard them.” “Constructs meaning?” I asked. “Stone wolves,” Jessie said. I stared at her “Wolves?” She smiled. “Big ones.” Roran, who rarely spoke, grunted. “Hit hard too.”

If only they knew. Irish smiled in reply, "Sure. Your house it is." Again, that feeling of unease and anticipation engulfed Irish. Somehow, Paschal was a good man and didn't deserve what she plotted next, but the first rule of survival was to make sure to survive. It didn't matter if the prey was getting hurt. This was surely a jungle and she and Jayden had to survive. Again, Irish missed a heartbeat as she followed behind him. With each step, her pulse quickened further. Irish glanced at Paschal, her mind racing with the thrill of her impending actions.

Jim slowed his pace, wary of what might happen next. Without warning a fierce spray of soil issued from both of the holes, like two brown fountains sending up jets of fine earth. The soil fell on the path in front of the gate and within seconds a great mountain of dirt had formed, blocking Jim’s way to the gate. There was no way he could get around the heap of dirt without going off the path, and that’s where his pursuers lurked. He thought about trying to climb it, but it was at least nine feet high and made entirely of loose earth. Earth was their element. There might be worse things hiding in the pile than lurked at the sides of the path.