The Scorch Trials Amazon Novels & Stories

But if I was to face it, I needed truth, not comfort. Angela hesitated, then opened her tome to a page inked in scarlet script. “The Trial of Flame strips everything bare,” she said, her eyes scanning the text. “Your body, your spirit, your blood. It’s not just about withstanding fire—it’s about surrendering to it, allowing it to see every truth inside you. If you resist wrongly, it devours. If you falter, it burns you hollow.” Her words fell like cold water down my spine.

The ground was scorching, and I tried to get up, but my back was broken, and I could not move. I could only watch as the sun cooked me. That kind of terror, most people could not handle it. Then, to make things worse, I saw Gavin and Jennifer eat me like I was a dried-up roast lamb. Snapping out of it, I realized my back was drenched. I put down my chips and gulped down a bottle of Earl Grey tea to calm down.

Darius ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. We marched behind him as he led us to our next trial. My legs felt like they were made of lead, and all my muscles were sore from the first phase. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. I had to survive. Ahead of us, I could hear the sound of rushing water, growing louder and more menacing with each step we took. When we reached the river, Wait. The river? Fuck! This wasn’t a river. This was The damn Scorching Veil! My heart immediately dropped to the floor.

**Two days before the breach.** Luna stood at the edge of the Scorchmark, and felt her demon blood *sing.* The place was exactly as its name suggested—a massive scar carved into the earth where nothing grew. Not barren from lack of nutrients. Barren because the *ground itself* rejected life. The soil was black. Glassy. Fused into a crystalline surface that reflected no light. And the smell— Sulfur. Ash. Something older than time.

The best and only solution now was to remove the meteorite from its spot. However, it was a massive rock, and all of the researchers were equally stumped. Nobody knew if the radiation from the meteorite would cause any harm or even death. While everyone was at a loss for what to do, Jasper suddenly stepped forward and said, "I'll go first." He then looked at me like he was making a promise and said, "Since someone needs to scout it first, I have no other choice but to volunteer." Leo frowned, obviously not agreeing with what Jasper said.

“You have awakened something within you; something that has chosen you. And now, that power demands a toll.” Nyra looked from Selene to Ryker, fear and defiance warring in her eyes. “What toll?” Selene knelt before her, voice low. “You must learn to master it... before it masters you. Come with me to the Temple of Ash. There, you will undergo the Trial of Flames. If you fail… you will become a danger to everyone you love.” Nyra’s heart pounded. “I will do whatever it takes.” Ryker nodded. “I will be with you, Nyra. Always.”

Caleb growled, his hand hovering over her face but unable to touch the spiritual fire she was igniting. "If we don't get that fragment, I won't survive the night anyway." Scarlett looked him directly in the eye, her spirit already beginning to drift. "Caleb, this is our only winning move." With the doctor’s assistance, Scarlett lit a stick of Soul-Settling Incense. As the aromatic smoke curled around her, she felt a violent tearing sensation. Her body slumped back onto the pillows, pale and barely breathing, while her spirit rose—a translucent, shimmering form glowing with a faint golden hue.

Her hands were everywhere—on his hips, on his back, squeezing his shoulders. “Ann,” he moaned again. He couldn't hold off much longer. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't noble enough. He wasn't— “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” She convulsed beneath him, her body arching off the sofa as she screamed. Her fingers bit into his back, nails raking his skin, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she'd found her release, and it was good, and for the love of God, he could finally...

~RAINBOW I remembered the way I burned as the fire licked at my skin. I could still hear the echoes of my screams. I was never supposed to be there that night. I could have waited for the fire brigade to come. But I had to save him. I could not let him die. My wolf had even tried warning me to stay away but I was too worried and stubborn to listen. I had been determined not to lose anyone else that night. Yet there were consequences for saving the one I loved. I was rewarded with scars. . .

But seeing Helen-Nora, Eleanor, and Marcus drive off into the night had kindled a spark of triumph at Damian's defeat. It was a dirty, spontaneous victory, one that was going to buy me some much needed time, time that showed however brief. They dragged me deeper into the labyrinth of the fishery, along slicker, more vacated corridors. The stench of fish guts and cold, stagnant water was overwhelming. The gun shoved into my back to prevent me from running felt like hot scald, burning into my skin. My mind, though dazed and though shocked, was already functioning and computing, searching out angles and possibilities.