The Luna Trials Free Novels & Stories

“Perfect, she is talking about the girls who cheer us on during the games.” Quinn looks at me with red eyes. “The ones in little skits who try to touch you?” “Not all of us are sluts,” Luna defends. “But think of it this way, join us and you can lay claim to your man after every game before anyone else.” Quinn thinks about it and nods. “I will need help to learning,” Quinn tells her. “I got you, when the guys have practice this afternoon, I will work with you. Tryouts are Thursday, so we have a couple of days,” Luna is bouncing, she is so excited. Her stomach growls and she looks at Zane. “I need to eat.”

The avatar studied me with eyes that held the death of stars. Then it laughed – a sound like reality breaking. "You pass," it said, handing Luna to me. "Not because you chose correctly, but because you refused to choose at all. The trials aren't about making the right decision – they're about understanding that sometimes, the only winning move is not to play." Luna cooed in my arms, completely unbothered by nearly being dropped into nonexistence. "Five trials remain," the avatar warned as the Flame Realm began dissolving. "Each harder than the last. The final trial..."

"Since you're our mate, you'll have to participate in the Luna trials starting tomorrow. Immediately." The air knocked out of my lungs? WHAT?

And they definitely didn't offer ancient loopholes unless they thought they'd win either way. "Let me see that." I took the paper from Jolie's hands. The Council seal stared back at me, all official and threatening. "Luna's Challenge. Trial by combat. Winner takes all." "It's a trap," Luna said. She was leaning against Knox, favoring her taped ribs. "They're giving her an impossible choice." "Explain," I said.

I wanted to scream so badly, but I bit my tongue. "We shall test her. Not through words. But through blood, instinct, and the goddess." She declared. I stiffened. That didn't sound good. "Test me how?" The woman stood. "You will enter the Trial of Thorns." I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded ominous. Cassian's jaw tensed. Bastard, he was probably holding back a smile. "What is that?" I asked slowly. Her eyes gleamed. " You're the Luna, you should know this." But I didn’t, so shut the fuck up and answer. "A ritual of truth. A sacred test that reveals your loyalty, your intentions, your deepest truths... even the ones you hide from yourself."

Alpha Ethan looked like he might speak, like he might shut it down, But the elder who had been leading the ceremony lifted her hand for silence. Her gaze moved from Ingrid to Ronan. “The Luna strength trial is part of the challenge,” she said carefully. “And Luna Ingrid is correct. The opponent may refuse a waiver. In that case, the trial proceeds.” Ronan’s head snapped toward the elder. “That has never,” he began. Another elder spoke, voice firm. “It is within the rules,” he said. “Even if it is rarely used.” Ronan’s eyes flashed gold for a heartbeat. The crowd felt it. You could hear their breath catch. Beverly’s smile faltered briefly. Ingrid didn’t flinch, she couldn’t afford to.

I had to reclaim the strength I’d buried with my past. Mila pushed me. Harder than I expected. She barked commands like a drill sergeant, correcting my form, showing me how to use momentum instead of force. “They’ll come at you fast, Avi. You need to anticipate, not react.” “I can’t believe this is real,” I panted between lunges. “A Luna Trial. Who the hell even came up with this idea?” She grimaced. “The council uses it to gauge loyalty and fortitude. But in your case… it’s political.”

“No luck.” She shook her head and wrapped me in a hug. “They are stubborn as hell. But they will see reason. Logan will come to his senses. He will realize you are what he needs. Not that bitch, Sienna.” I laughed at Luna Gloria calling Sienna a bitch. She was always so calm and collected. It was necessary. She was a Luna. Calling someone a bitch was totally not a Luna thing. But it was nice to know that she agreed with me. Sienna really was a bitch.

The chamber smelled of damp stone and old blood, every word echoing like judgment against me The first council spoke from the center “The mark burns because the Luna rises. You cannot hide it forever.” I responded coldly and dismissively “She is nothing to me.” Murmurs rippled as my sleeve slipped, faint light betraying me. The second council leaned forward “You are bound to her. The prophecy chains you. Why reject?” My wolf snarled at the mention of Luna, clawing at my chest as if mocking me. The third council’s voice was firm “You are Alpha. The prophecy foretold of the Luna born from a bite. She is yours.”

They called the first trial an environment test, but it was an obvious cull designed to trim most of the participants down to the fittest wolves. That or they wanted to be rid of the women who had come from other packs. Either way, Cassy couldn’t help but wonder why they were attempting to chop the numbers so quickly. Alpha Jason said less than half would likely continue on after the trial, expediting the whole process. A Luna Trial would usually take at least a month, dragged out with parties and visits from other packs, but by the sounds of it, he wanted a Luna at his side within the week.