The Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

Soon, the first trial began—choosing a cave to inhabit. Safiya stepped forward to explain the situation: "The Alpha Council has recorded some information, and now we're willing to share it with everyone. There are over a hundred caves scattered throughout this rainforest, and each can only hold one trial candidate. The Blood Moon Trials are essentially a role-playing scenario. Each cave is home to... some 'entities.' They were once powerful werewolves, but now they're trapped souls—wolves abandoned by their packs. They'll pretend to be your family, living with you for seven days. Remember, they're lone wolves—mad and dangerous—but at the same time... they desperately crave genuine 'connectio

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

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.

"And then there's the final stage—a nighttime hunt. It's about tracking, stamina, and teamwork in complete darkness. You must navigate treacherous terrain, follow the scent trails, and capture the designated 'prey.' It's as much a mental challenge as it is physical." "And you completed all of that?" Marc asked, his tone bordering on disbelief. "Yes," I said, my voice softening. "It's gruelling but enjoyable, too. The trials are open to any warrior aged eighteen to thirty who wants to prove they're the best. Even some Alphas, Betas, and Gammas enter, not just to win but for the bragging rights that come with completing it." Marc and Cole exchanged a glance, their expressions mixed with admira

It was finally the day they had all been waiting for. This was no ordinary contest. The skies above the sacred grounds were gray, thick with hanging clouds that mirrored the storm inside every heart present. It was The Trial of Roars—a legendary test passed down through blood and myth. Strength alone would not win it. Cunning, balance, legacy, and the favor of the ancestral spirits all played their part. Torches lined the circular arena carved from ancient stone. Tribal drums pounded in a solemn rhythm as the surviving members of the pack gathered, watching in anxious silence.

“I’ll look into how to negotiate with the Elders. Those trials aren’t safe, they could put your life at risk.” “What exactly are these trials?” I asked, dreading the answer. Malcolm’s grip on my hand tightened. “The ancient Luna trials consist of three phases. First, the Trial of Wisdom … you’d have to solve complex pack disputes and ancient riddles that test your judgment. Second, the Trial of Strength physical challenges including combat against trained warriors and surviving alone in the wilderness for three days.” My stomach dropped. “And the third?” “The Trial of Sacrifice,” his voice was barely audible. “You’d have to prove your loyalty to the pack by… well, by putting the pack’s needs

She reached to her side and took a small container. The insides of the container shook when she lifted it up and put it against the light of the moon. The glass bottle reflected the gentle light. A sinister smile spread on her lips when she saw the white pills inside the bottle. Then, she read the label of the pills. Aphrodisiac. Again, she chuckled. Dalia opened the bottle and took one of the white pills. Her long slender fingers carried the aphrodisiac pills and gently dropped them inside the bottle of red wine.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

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