Maze 3 Novels & Stories

“Thank you for accepting me, Mr. Drake Woods. I’d make this industry proud.” “Sure you will. I believe in you so much.” He smiled with his eyes. I gave a smile that came like a flash, just for the sake of being polite. I closed the door carefully and rested my back on it for a while. I inhaled deeply and exhaled loudly. I turned around to catch a glimpse of his name imprinted boldly on the door. “Drake Woods.” I adjusted my hair again, maintaining the side parting I gave it, and walked to the elevator majestically.

“We’ll log out for lunch after checking out floor eleven.” There were no objections, and Party Freedom relaxed a little now that the main event was finally over. Ten minutes later, with full health bars and a close shave with in-game death, the six players found themselves walking down the long flight of dimly lit stairs to floor elven, he start of the maze stage. “And we’re finally here,” Charlie grinned. “The nightmare of our progress.” Chuckling, Zen stretched and groaned. Although he was excited to finally summon the pet basilisk he received from the Egg Hunt event, he wanted to keep that under wraps for now.

Now all I wanted was to return to those carefree days when all I had to worry about was which ring to wear in my belly button and how much skin I could show in school without getting into trouble. Gabe released my arm, his body going on high alert. "Your red dot is leaving us behind," he said, pulling me back to the present. We followed the dot into the maze. "Keep your eyes open. I don't know what Sera has planned, but I know Mizrabel is involved." He squeezed my hand and then released it. "We'll get through this together. I have your back. Promise." "And I have yours," I said. The maze looked like it was made of thick, green bushes covered in fake cobwebs. Enchanted spiders appeared, click

The scent of ancient magic hung in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of the surrounding forest. A voice echoed through the clearing, carried on the whispering breeze. "Welcome, seekers of truth," it called, its timbre both soothing and foreboding. "To prove yourselves worthy, you must navigate the Maze of Shadows." Before us materialized a labyrinth, its towering walls stretching into the unknown. Shadows danced upon the surface, shifting and contorting like living entities. Malachi's grip tightened around mine as we exchanged a determined look. "We shall conquer this maze together," he vowed, his voice filled with unwavering conviction.

The Labyrinth – Exit Cave Tunnel– Night The labyrinth shook beneath their feet as they ran, the ancient structure groaning like a dying beast. Rocks tumbled from above, and walls split open in bursts of sand and dust. Each step was a gamble—loose rubble, hidden crevices, sudden collapses threatening to swallow them whole. Their torches cut narrow cones of light through the pitch-black tunnel, flickering wildly with every tremor. Boots scraped against damp stone as they dodged debris, breath ragged with fear and adrenaline. Ahead, the faint sound of dripping echoed through the corridor—slow, deliberate, like the cavern itself was counting down to its last breath. They halted at a crossroads i

“Green for Fatima, blue for me, gold for you, Priscilla, and red for Jake. Each of us has to complete a task to unlock our part of the puzzle.” Fatima groaned. “Let me guess. Failure isn’t an option?” “Not if we want to live,” Althea said. “Fantastic,” Fatima muttered. “Okay, let’s get this over with.” Fatima’s section lit up first, revealing an image of a maze. A voice echoed through the room: “Guide the light to its destination.” A small ball of light appeared within the maze, and Fatima stepped forward, a look of determination on her face. She placed her hands on the wall, and the maze responded, the light moving with her guidance.

“To fulfill the word that I gave you. This is the secret passage but in reality, it is a maze. Some people say that it is a path that leads to death. Only the king and the army head know the way to get out of the maze successfully. My father, the previous king, had embedded the right path of this maze in my mind since childhood. This maze is so complicated and dangerous that no one can leave it alive if they don’t know the right way out of it. There are almost ten flags in this maze after equal distances which indicates how much path is left. If you continue to find the flags then this means that you are going the right way. The tenth flag is at a dead end. When you see above you find a door

Jigsaw chaos, maybe fifty bits, edges worn soft. Picture on the lid: A garden maze, hedges twisting like secrets. I knelt beside her, sifting colors. Blues and greens mostly, a splash of red for roses. "Maze, huh? Tricky. You start, or me?" She tapped a corner piece, sky blue, cloud puff, pushing it my way. Challenge accepted. I slotted it down, then grabbed a green curve. "Hedge? Or path? Bet it's a trapdoor to candy land." Her shoulders shook in a silent giggle, I think. She shook her head, snatching a yellow straight-edge.

The maze lay sprawled before me, but since the window was placed at a particular angle, I could not see all of it. However, I could tell it was quite large, the forest starting even further out. I quickly grabbed a fallen piece of paper from the littered ground, flipped it over, and took out the ink that I had tucked into my dress, dipping a finger into it, quickly drawing all I could see. I had 3 problems before me. The maze, the monsters, and the Night wolf. Firstly, I needed to find a route out of the maze, and this window was high enough to at least see part of it- the moon bright enough to illuminate the way.

He just sent me my new assignment. I am supposed to kill a woman named Mariam Lowel by the end of today. And he never forgets to remind me the consequences if I fail him.