The Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

Of everyone's end. **************************** "Father, where are we going?" Scarlett asked her father quietly, as soon as she saw her pink travel bag outside the mansion. "We are just going on a little business trip, my little honey." Lovato smiled at his only daughter. "Business trip? Are we going to Europe to meet Mummy?!" Scarlett's face lit up a bit at the word 'business and also meeting her mother', since that meant adventure, fun and her age specifically valued adventures and fun. Lovato had performed a hypnosis on her to make her forget that traumatic experience… Even if it was for a while, Lovato would do anything to keep Scarlett's sanity intact.

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

Every time an experiment failed, when I was exhausted and my spiritual defenses were at their weakest, Clark would hold me, gently stroking the back of my neck to comfort me. But now I knew. He wasn't comforting me. He was using a special needle to siphon my core talent, my very essence, to be "absorbed" by Layla. He wasn't just stealing my results. He was draining my very soul, drop by drop. My hand was shaking, but not from sorrow. From rage. At the very bottom of the safe lay a scroll. I unrolled it. It was a draft of a blood oath, written in magical ink.

Sparks of molten energy hit the shadowed Wraith, twisting fiercely and breaking up every illusion, piece of old enemies, and temptation into bright molten sparks. Flames of molten silver flew from the guardian's eyes across the area. "Moonbound, you made it through the fourth trial. Your bravery, instincts, and bonds have proven themselves. But the final trials are coming up, and they will test everything you hold dear." Kael growled, his amber eyes wide. "You did it! You kept us all safe!" Thorne had bright golden eyes and said, "I made it through the fourth trial. Moonbound, your pulse... anchors the Silver Heart like never before."

After our pack lost the war, the survivors spent two years on the run. In the third year, the Wolf Council passed a decree allowing us to be absorbed into new packs. But there was a catch—we had to pass the Trials, a specialized test designed to test our physical fitness, reflexes, and overall abilities. Those who passed would be accepted. Those who didn't would be cast out as rogues for good. One month before the Trials, Vera Cross burst into the gathering, her voice trembling with excitement. "Everyone, stop preparing! I got a spell from a witch—just chant it in your head during the Trials, and you'll pass for sure!" She grinned and pulled out a record. "My friend Lily already took these e

The battle was fierce, each blow from the golems sending shockwaves through the room, and the group found themselves working in perfect unison, their movements becoming a dance of survival. Finally, after what felt like hours, the last golem crumbled to the ground in a heap of broken stone. The chamber was silent once more, save for their labored breathing. “That was close,” Seraphina said, wiping sweat from her brow. “But we’ve passed the first trial.” Before they could catch their breath, the voice boomed again. “The next trial is the Trial of Resolve. Only those with unshakable will can pass.” The room shifted, and suddenly, the air grew colder. A vision appeared before them—a swirling mi