Maze Runner Homestead の小説・ストーリー

Maybe it's because mommy is fond of her, too. After they harassed me, we decided to go home in a helicopter owned by Keion and he was also its pilot. The underground is on a private island where the race takes place. Above it is a normal beach house mansion. You wouldn't think there was a race track underneath. We split up with friends in buying that island. As well as our construction of the mansion and everything in it. We have equal rights. The five of us own this organization. We can also call ourselves drug lord hunters.

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

"I don't need a car for a mountain pass, Austin. Stop stalling." He let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You don't get it. This isn't a drag race. It's a Shift-Run. The forest is rigged. Silver wire, pressure plates, spring-loaded spikes. The first one to the summit gets the prize. The others... well, the crows need to eat." Behind him, four massive wolves stepped into the moonlight. Their fur was matted, their eyes bloodshot with the use of enhancers. They weren't there to race. They were there to hunt.

Alex spent the past few hours upon returning home setting up the backyard for the dogs. He somehow managed to build two doghouses in one day and placed a bunch of obstacle courses around the backyard. Saying that he was excited about these new dogs was an understatement. Alex bundles up all the boxes and packaging before throwing them away.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

I smirked and she glared as she blushed again. "Here we are" Devon announced loudly as we pulled up to a house. I surveyed the home. It wasn't huge but it was nice. It had a big flower garden on one side and a veggie garden on the other. The house was yellow with a red door. I couldn't help but smile at how cute it was. It wasn't like any other Alpha's house that I had ever seen. Most Alpha's favor huge, imposing structures. Even our house was more imposing than this and my Mom had designed most of ours.

Mia Heather POV The sun was high that morning, governed by clear skies and adorned with bright clouds. "The perfect weather for a bit of training," Loren exclaimed, pulling me outside. He took me to a race track at the center of the pack. It was big and formed a wide circle, with the middle of the track carrying a rugby field. The race course was carved in sand, contrasting the luscious grass on the rugby field. It was magnificent, nothing I had ever seen in the Bloodmoon pack.

Kiera's POV "This place gives me the creeps." Tommy's voice carried across the desert wind as we surveyed our new home, a collection of weathered buildings scattered around what had once been a truck stop, now serving as a graveyard for broken-down motorcycles and broken-down dreams. Rusted Harleys and choppers stood like metal tombstones in the sand, their chrome dulled by decades of wind and neglect. "Good," I said, checking the sight lines from the main building to the perimeter. "Creepy means people stay away. Private means we can see trouble coming from miles off."

"...Hide-and-seek in the maze is a training course that ends when you find a book to fill the only bookshelf that is now hidden in the pool. You will need to read and understand them to pass the theory exam. The swimming pool underneath us is 50 meters wide by 100 meters long and has a fully furnished mechanism to move the steel frame around the pool to form a 2-layer underwater maze, 3 meters deep each. There is a night vision camera attached to every corner in case of an emergency. From now on, when you turn on the flashlight, it will signal the technician in the control room to open the way for you to descend into the maze, which will automatically close after you get in the water. Gettin