The Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

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.

' He poured himself another glass of scotch, his other hand running atop of his slicked hair. Christian's manhood hardened, his hands itching to feel her skin yet again. He whispered to himself after sipping the burning liquid, eyes fixed on the wall. I will find you, even if I have to turn the entire fucking city upside down.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

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.

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

"There are two grand trials: The Moon Trial is a trial of strength, speed, and endurance. A race across dangerous territories under the full moon. The first ten Alphas to reach the finish line qualify. And then… The Sun Trial is one of wisdom, loyalty, and trust. Our Lunas have to solve riddles and protect their mates under the scorching sun. He paused before adding weight to his final words: “The first pair to finish the Sun Trial gets 50% of the total score. The remaining 50% will be decided in the grand election. The highest total… wins the crown.” The statement went through the audience like a spark that inspired enthusiasm—and fear. Don squeezed my hand softly. Beta Eric continued: Toda

A wave of heat slammed through my body. Visions flashed: me choking Kael, burning Riven, screaming at Thorne. I screamed back. “No!” Fire erupted from my chest in all directions. The illusions shattered. And the flames bent back toward me. Not to kill. To bow. Second Trial: Passed. I barely had time to breathe before the final test began. The firewall rose ten feet high, then dropped suddenly. The air turned cold. It was so cold I could see my breath. Then, the possessed Elder stepped forward.

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.

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-"

"The trials have three stages. Combat, strategy, and leadership. We've focused on combat because that's where Selene will try to end you quickly. But today, we're drilling all three simultaneously." Before I could ask what that meant, Dorian grabbed my arm. Not gently, but not cruel either. Testing. "First lesson. In the trials, people will touch you. Grab you. Try to intimidate you with proximity and force. Your instinct from before is to freeze, to submit. We need to retrain that instinct." He was right. The moment he grabbed me, every muscle in my body locked up. Years of conditioning screamed at me to go still, to make myself small, to wait for the pain to pass.