The Scorch Trials Amazon Novels & Stories

Maybe an eagle? As the sound began to approach, I kept my eyes closed. Maybe trusting this animal to not kill me is the way to gain their trust. My hair began to move as the wind blew past my body. The breeze was warm and welcoming. I wasn’t concerned in the slightest. I felt the wind stop. There was no movement, no sound. I strained to hear breathing or anything at all from my companion. “My name is Aries.” I said my eyes still closed. A warm embrace overwhelmed my senses. The sparks that flew around my skin were welcoming and at a new frequency. My body lifted from the ground, launching straight up. My arms instinctively wrapped around what felt like a man.

“I need to calm down! I have to do this! I need to do it!” Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and calmly several times and then opened them again, wiping her hands on a tissue and then re-starting the Discovery’s engine. Hiring this four-wheel-drive was such a great choice… From the plans and other papers J.J. had given her to study, Veronica knew the Discover is going to be useful for traveling over the rugged terrain and the overgrown driveways that surrounded Elsinore Hall. Veronica also chose this car because, as she had discovered in the past, a large sturdy off-road vehicle often provided a boon for transporting the odd ‘find’ she came across when scouting around looking for materia

“I do understand, Zee. I promise you that I do. But you’re forgettin’ somethin’.” “What?” Wolf wiped her tears away with his thumb. “That Scars is a man who has survived fire once already in his life. He’s the only man I know who’s walked through the literal flames of goddamn hell, and come through the other side with anyone still alive.” She stared up at him, and she realized that he was right. “Don’t bet against Scars Innis, not ever,” Wolf said quietly. “Deep breaths, baby girl… you hold on to me, and you hold on. You keep the faith. And don’t you count Scars out – don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

The extinguisher had been released inside the building but Scorpion had set off another outside it. The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple as the assassin saw various firefighters- humans and robots, trying to put out the fire. Nothing inside was likely to survive the fire, Scorpion thought. The flames licked up in the air with the wind, trying to catch something else on fire, and finding nothing but air. It disappeared into the windy night, like disappointed flutters. As he ran the palm of his hand around the three day growth of his chin, he traced the ridge of an old scar. The memory of its origin caused him to wince. He quickly buried the thought and turned to the job i

The heart of Ash Valley didn’t just burn—it dissolved, melting the air and scorching the very souls of those who dared stand within it. Ozone and sulfur clawed at Phoenix’s lungs, each inhalation a knife. She stood atop the jagged obsidian dais, three blackened scrolls vibrating violently in her hands, humming like predators circling unseen prey. Below, molten magma glowed with a brutal red, the ash above igniting into ember-like stars, falling as though the sky itself was bleeding.

Aria mouthed a silent vow across the space between them. Rowan raised a torch. Flames leapt to life across the stones, forming a ring of blue, gold, and silver fire. The smoke curled upward like a prayer. “We gather for the Trial of Flame and Bone,” Rowan intoned. “One who loves shall suffer, that the innocent may be spared.” Aria stepped into the ring. The fire didn’t burn her. It pressed against her skin, hot and humming, as if testing her heart. Her breath caught, but she stood still.

“Come and take it” Trial Grounds, Day Six – The Circle of Fire Ava stood at the edge of the scorched arena, the scent of ash and iron heavy in the wind. The fourth trial was unlike any before it—no weapons, no teams, no guidance. Just one instruction scrawled into the stone at the entrance: "Only what burns can become true." She’d been thrown into trials of strength, wit, endurance—but this one felt personal. The ground cracked beneath her boots, steam rising in wisps from between glowing runes scorched into the stone. And somewhere in the center of the arena... the fire slept.

I raise my own, calling wind, desperate to push the flames back. But it doesn't respond like normal fire. It screams. We fight it anyway. It takes both of us, our powers colliding and twining, to push down the inferno until the fire chokes on ash and gives out. Smoke curls around us, thick and stinging. We’re panting, both of us covered in soot. I stare at the scorched bark. "It reacted to you," I whisper. Scarlett drops to her knees. "I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t-"

She always did. But the next trial... It wasn’t just a test. It was a graveyard of futures. I crept behind the obsidian ridge, crouched low, my body trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the vision I’d intercepted through the flames. Morwenna’s third trial had begun, and I’d seen it: her scream, my corpse, her blood staining her hands like guilt she couldn’t wash off. It was only a vision, but this place had a cruel way of making fear prophecy.

There are entire wings no one's mapped. Staircases that only appear at midnight. And a library that watches you back. 🔥 The Divine Trials Each school year ends with a Trial, a pocket realm conjured from god magic, built to test your essence, your strength, and your soul. The Trials are sacred. Ancient. Deadly. You do not "pass" the Trials. You survive them. Or you don't. There are four: 1. Trial of Flame - Pain. Sacrifice. Power. 2. Trial of Bone - Face your ancestors. Or fall like them.