Novel & Cerita Furina Trial Answers

I found Aunty Vivian in the garden, seated under the shade of a willow tree, a cup of tea in hand and her eyes watching the clouds like they held secrets. I hesitated, my fingers curling into the folds of my tunic. “About the training you mentioned… the one that might awaken a dormant wolf,” I said, my voice barely louder than the breeze. “Is that even real?” Aunty Vivian looked up, her gaze thoughtful as she gestured for me to sit beside her. “It’s called Luvenya Trial,” she said, her voice rich with a mix of caution and conviction. “An ancient form of werewolf training. It tests not only the body but the mind—breaking you down to the edge of yourself until what lies buried within is forced

“The Luna must lead with grace. You cannot allow emotion to rule you.” I nodded and straightened my spine. After a while, we moved to a more practical session. The hall doors opened, and a group of lower-ranked wolves entered, forming a circle. This time, Lola spoke. “This,” she said, “is a test of control. You will face their energy and assert your dominance. As Luna, your aura must command respect. Try.” My heart pounded. I had never done something like this before. I glanced at the wolves…some older, some younger but all looked confident.

A chill crawled up my spine. Aganju smiled faintly, as though she’d been expecting this. “You should know by now that you cannot simply throw me out.” My fingers curled tighter into my palm before I realized I was doing it. The air felt heavy, expectant, pressing in on me from every direction. I lifted my gaze to Aganju. “What do the Luna Trials entail?” I asked. Aganju regarded me with that same unreadable calm, her head tilting slightly as if she were amused by the question.

No, perhaps more importantly, a chance to live for myself. "What do we need to do to pass the trials?" I couldn't help but ask, my voice hoarse with eagerness. "I mean, there's a price for resurrection, right? Points? Or something else?" Safiya glanced at me, seemingly surprised that I'd speak up, but she answered anyway: "Points. Resurrection requires 9,999 Moon Goddess points. The reward for each trial depends on your 'Lunar Fear' level when you complete it." "Lunar Fear?" someone repeated in confusion.

Zoriana pressed. “Tristan isn't the only large wolf with blonde hair and blue eyes in the world. Luke isn't his, Zoriana. Tristan and I have never even been intimate,” Fairuza replied. Her voice was so genuine that Zoriana knew, without a doubt, that she was telling the truth.

If they made it past this trial they were going to go there next. Sarina started to make a fire. It was the most respectful way to call on The Foxes. They were naturally attracted to flames in the forest as they were to protect the forest from anything happening. This time only one fox appeared she didn't know what to make of this, whether it was a good sign or not. "Mortal bring forth your daughter that has requested to take The Trial. Rudina took a step towards The Fox and sat on the floor with her legs crossed. This was a sign that she meant The Fox no harm and it showed she had respect.

This trial tested not only her magical abilities, but also her emotional resilience and determination to persevere in the face of adversity. Trial of Compassion: In the final trial, Luna was tasked with demonstrating her empathy and compassion for others. She was transported to a village plagued by suffering and despair, where she had to use her powers to heal the sick and bring hope to the downtrodden. This trial challenged Luna to look beyond herself and her own desires, and to use her gifts for the betterment of others. It taught her the importance of empathy and kindness, and the true meaning of being a guardian of the light.

Now, we waited. Zaphyr sat tall on his throne. He wore a simple black coat lined with white fur, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked between us. Lucy stood beside him, unmoving. There was a long silence, stretching the tension in the room. Finally, Zaphyr spoke. “My answer is no.” My brows pinched. “Excuse me?” “You asked for more warriors beyond the two hundred already dispatched. I said no,” he repeated, voice smooth and final. “You’ll use what you already have.”

Raglan said. He was not even trying to hide it from her that all he needed from her was her help not that he gave any fuck about her. Hazel still pondered his question, weighing her options, her mind battling with itself inside of her. "How long would I need to pose as your date?" Hazel asked. If she was going to accept this deal, then she had to know how long it would be. "For a week. The Reaping runs for an entire week and after that, then we could review the terms of our earlier contract and come to a better conclusion," Raglan said.

Blue huffed, curling protectively around me, her eyes glowing with worry. “Yeah, I know,” I whispered, resting a trembling hand on her scales. “One trial down, all thanks to you. Two to go. Someone please tell the universe I deserve a nap.” The ground pulsed again, three orbs still circling, waiting. The second one flared red. “Trial of Strength begins.” And I laughed, tired, broken, and furious. “Bring it on.” The second orb hovered above me, pulsing a dangerous crimson. Heat radiated from it like an open furnace, and before I could blink, the forest was gone again.