Will Poulter The Maze Runner Novels & Stories

he said as he drank his whisky straight and set it unto the table with a thud. I saw an opportunity in his reaction as I dry my tears, I couldn't help but see that this is the perfect plot that I have been waiting for all my life. Brandon may have been dead but his company, his children, and all that he has worked for are still alive. Good thing Matthew doesn't care for any of those things, I can do my plan flawlessly, plus the fact that I still have a letter waiting to be found by Garrett. I'll bring hell to Johnson Brewery and Winery.

“Inside, you’ll face illusions meant to break your spirit. You must find the exit without succumbing to the traps within. Only then will you truly earn our trust.” I nodded, stepping toward the maze. The crowd murmured behind me, but I blocked them out, focusing on the task ahead. As I entered the maze, darkness enveloped me. The air was thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. Shadows danced along the walls, their shapes shifting and twisting into terrifying forms. “Just illusions,” I reminded myself. “They can’t hurt you.” But the maze was relentless. It conjured images of Damian, his twisted grin haunting me as he mocked my efforts. It showed me my twins, crying out for me as I st

Dante Milburn I wasn't much of a fan of puzzles, but even Ronan agreed that there was something wrong with the one I was string head-on at. If the Commander was dead according to Laziel’s words, then who the hell had sent those messages? There was a rag hiding in the bushes. A rat with poisoned fangs. The hinges of the towering fortress’ blessed iron gates screamed like dying men as the large bouldering metal lifted, the drawbridge lowering with a screaming thud.

Then I stared around in shock. This was the tunnel of cellars beneath the mansion, which I’d always been forbidden from exploring as a kid. I guessed that I had the key now I was the Wolve Winner, even if it was through being swallowed by a giant mouth. “I don’t remember asking to be dropped like a chess piece in…” I flushed, dragging myself to my knees. “…something out of Christian Grey’s wet dream.” I glared like I could disintegrate the room with my angry vibes alone. It was filled with equipment that I didn’t even recognize but knew was for punishment: benches, paddles, and canes, not to mention muzzles and leashes. Plus, the two sorceres specialties that I’d already learned were for wol

I answered for her. "All part of the plan, make them think they are invincible, then take them down when they least expect it," Maze said. We watched as the bounty hunter made his way toward his prey. He pushed his way through a mass of drug-filled dancers to get to the fat enforcer who was having the time of his life. Maze brought out a small walkie-talkie and spoke one word into it. "Now." The music changed into fast-paced electro dance music and the lights faded revealing the glowing walls of light. The dancing and jumping got faster and rougher, disorienting the bounty hunter.

The second unknown individual voiced out in loud chuckles as soon as Amethyst discovered where the voices were coming from. Inside a green guardsman tent; where Mario and Paige were having a hare as their afternoon meal. Amethyst crouched down and with hushed steps, she approached the tent. "He is still waiting for 'The Moon Crawler' to shed a drop of her blood as a promise to the moon, of course!" Mario replied, his teeth grinding the thigh bone of the hare. "I actually heard that the Moon Crawler lost her mind and cheesed off on Melpomene, his Highness's 'sister'!"

Paul grunted, his muscles giving up and retracting so that he settled back against the cold concrete wall. “Oh, you’ll see.” He took a step back, adjusted his glasses. “You’ll see, soon enough, Grand Master Guardian of the Land Down Under.” Growling in frustration, Paul strained against the chains again but could get nowhere. His vision was still blurry, but it looked as if the mad scientist felt against the wall for a moment, as if looking for a secret doorway, and then the concrete slid open just enough for him to make his way through, leaving Paul all alone in his cage again.

Rex says. Hector looks at the maze and knows he doesn’t have a choice. He will do what he must to keep Kelanar safe. Rex smiles and picks up the hourglass. Ruby runs into the maze. Hector waits to see if she will pass. Ash walks over to Hector. “I am Ash. I didn’t get to introduce myself before you attacked Ruby. This maze is hard to navigate. It is a painful punishment. So, it is best to lean on your fellow mates. It makes the time here better.” Ash smiles at Hector.

Nomo said, leveling his rifle at the kitchen-boy-turned-cultist. "Over? No, Nomo. It’s just starting," Mateo replied, turning to face them with a lopsided, terrifying smile. He tapped his baton against the Soul-Gem, and the entire ship shuddered. "The maze isn't just in the hallways. It’s in her head. Look at her skin."

He peeked out from behind the pillar just in time to see a bolt ricochet off the slick stone, embedding itself into the floor inches from Elder Mauritius’ leg. “We can’t stay like this,” Quillion called, his voice hoarse from the gas. “Mauritius, can you move?” He asked in concern. Elder Mauritius coughed, his breaths shallow but his spirit unyielding. “Barely. " What’s the plan, Quill?” Quillion’s mind raced as the Hunters closed in, their boots crunching over shattered tiles. The Headmaster stood motionless, an ominous sentinel basking in the chaos he had unleashed. Quillion’s instincts told him the armor was the key—but getting near it was a death sentence.