Will Poulter The Maze Runner Novels & Stories

The maze was shifting again and I guessed this was the final shift. The final shift turned the maze vicious. It was even more violent tis time. The doors tilted. The walls closed in around us, narrowing even more. Blue flame lines came out of nowhere, making us jump. The flames were lined up along certain paths. Other houses were shouting somewhere nearby, also scrambling for their last scores. Then we found the final token. I looked up and found it across a collapsing bridge……over a pit. Naturally. “This game keeps fucking us in the ass” Jessie muttered.

Their screams echoed through the tunnel as they were burned alive. Alison trembled violently—in fear, shock, and anger. 'What kind of place is this?' she thought. There must be some priceless treasures there. She became excited and pushed on forward once the flames had died down. Meanwhile, Darryl and Madame Pandora were cautiously proceeding on their path. They realized the path was blocked by a wall at the end of the tunnel, creating a deep abyss around them. Then, Darryl discovered that that maze-like place was ever-changing. Whoever built that place must be shockingly talented.

~ Marx was leading the last assault; one meant to be a distraction. Ava moved her palm away from the wound on her side. Bleeding still felt strange to her. Martha was the only one with whom she could go into details about her plans. “Penny has the last rune. All she has to do is plant it on him. When she does, we have only a few minutes to get our part done,” she said to Martha. “What is our part?” “I’m going to use you like an amplifier. I know how it sounds and yes, it is dangerous. For me more than you.”

Eluvene ignored him. Noises and shouts were coming from inside the torture room. Rhobart and Kerra rushed to one of the boats and got in. Eluvene and Godefray followed him. Droyn, Drax, and the twins got on the other boat. Milton and the rest of the Paladins went inside the river and followed the boats. As Eluvene said, the water wasn’t deep. A minute later, a loud explosion sounded from the top of the stairs. Milton cursed the Orcs and Galian before taking out a mana potion from his pocket. It was the last one, and it wasn’t enough to replenish all his mana. He would have to make more potions soon.

But there was no ice. Standing on the grass was a version of Julian—not the boy on the pier, but a Vantablack Shadow with eyes of screaming Neon-Blue. The "Sure Life" was a lie. The Real Julian is skipping stones, but his "Feral-Logic" has been extracted and turned into a Hunter. Elara must now fight the dark half of the boy she loves to save a town that doesn't even know she’s a hero.

he said. We moved through the shadows of the apartment, avoiding the kitchen where the drones could see in. Every movement felt heavy, as if the air itself had thickened. My mind was a recursive loop of Eleanor’s face and Arthur’s note. If Eleanor wasn't my mother, then who was the woman in the white coat? Who was the woman who had burned on the island? We reached the pantry. I shoved aside a stack of flour bags to reveal the wooden door of the dumbwaiter. It was a relic, a wooden box on a rope pulley.

"I will find you. I have your scent in my nose and it will barely take me any time at all. And if I have to chase you again, I won't be looking for answers. I'll be looking for dinner." Rowan shrinks back against the rock, cradling his broken hand. "I won't run. I swear. Just don’t stay away too long." "That depends on how good the hunting is." I have one piece of the puzzle. The poisoner. Now I need the rest. I look out into the dark forest. The wind is picking up, howling through the trees. Somewhere out there, there are men with blood on their hands. Men who killed children and blamed it on me.

I felt my stomach churn. “In each round, tasks will be assigned. Completion leads to progression. Failure leads to elimination.” “Elimination?” I repeated. Nova whispered, “It means death, sweetheart.” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. The screen flashed again, showing symbols, maps, and glowing red sectors. “Round One: Orientation Phase – Trial of Fear.” “Objective: Escape the Maze alive.” The floor beneath us rumbled. A huge section of the wall slid open, revealing a dark tunnel lined with flickering lights. A low mechanical growl echoed from inside it.

"I’ve got a Muse at my back and a pack to save. I’m not losing today." A low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the cavern walls. It wasn't magic. It was the sound of a Harvester scout drone, hovering directly above the weeping willow. "They found us," Aradaa hissed, grabbing his torn tunic. "Good," Kaelor said, his eyes flashing gold. "I was getting bored anyway." The stone slab above them exploded.