The Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

Trial 1: Pack Lore – White Trial 2: Judgment – Light Gray Trial 3: Finances – Silver Trial 4: Strategy – Black Trial 5: Compassion – Sky Blue Trial 6: Strength – Navy Blue Trial 7: Ascension Ceremony – Midnight Blue, the color of the Goddess The trials last all day, and we never know when they’ll happen. It could be something as simple as an UNO game or solving a conflict on the pup’s playground—or something as intense as fighting our own parent for their position. It’s long. It’s exhausting. It’s nerve-wracking. And if my mate shows up during that time? I’ll have to fight through the mating frenzy and do all of this at the same time.

Mimbi said it was because it gave her an unfair advantage over the others, but Scarlett knew it was because Mimbi was trying to prove a point. That Scarlett could become a Karaina with no fire magic, that courage could be the fire in her heart. Scarlett’s feet touched the moist earth and her knees felt weak, but she kept her head high and joined Mimbi’s side. The heat emanating from the pylon warmed her face, making her eyes water. The other girls seemed unfazed by the roaring fire. Three trials awaited her: the jousting, the remembrance, and the choosing. Of the three, the jousting was the easiest one. The girls would have to fight the spirits and remain standing.

As she stepped inside, a surge of heat enveloped her, and she found herself transported to a vast desolate landscape filled with flickering flames. The trial had begun. Sable scanned her surroundings, taking in the scorching heat and acrid scent that permeated the air. In front of her stood a towering inferno, its flames dancing with an unnatural intensity. She knew that she had to navigate through the fire, but fear gripped her heart as doubts crept in. The heat was unbearable, and the flames seemed to taunt her with their flickering tongues.

They are determined to emerge from the trials stronger, bonded by their experiences, and ready to defend their pack and their home. With the challenge accepted and the trials on the horizon, the Red Teary Moon Pack braces themselves for the battles to come, their hearts filled with hope and the unyielding spirit of unity. The Red Teary Moon Pack embarks on a series of trials designed to test their loyalty and strengthen their bond. Each challenge pushes the pack members to their limits, both physically and emotionally. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation and determination as they face the first trial, a daunting test of agility and teamwork.

The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile. "Look, Ryan's willing to break your fingers for me." I woke up from the nightmare, still shaken, drenched in sweat. The truth was, not long after Ryan left that day, Miranda showed up. She mocked my brokenness, ridiculing me for thinking I could stand a chance. "Tsk, so pathetic," Miranda said, lowering her head. Her innocent, beautiful face was now twisted with malice. "Susan, look at you. Your hands are in ruins. How are you even going to perform tomorrow?"

Torches flickered as Elders and warriors watched in silence, forming a wide ring around Aria and Kael as they stood in the center. Elandra, robed in silver and black, stepped forward. "The Trial of Blood and Bond begins now. The rules are simple. You must navigate the three Phases of Truth: Pain, Sacrifice, and Trust. Each phase will test your soul connection. If your bond is true, you will survive. If it is not… the trial will consume you." Kael took Aria’s hand, gripping it tightly. "We end this now. For them. For us."

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.

That should have been my first warning. "Josh Anderson?" The leader was tall, well-built, with a scar running down his left cheek. "Yeah. What do you want?" "Nothing personal, man. Just a message." Before I could react, one of them smashed my driver's side window. I threw up my hands to protect my face from the glass, and that's when they grabbed me. "Your watch," Scarface demanded, yanking me out of the car. I looked down at the Rolex Zara had admired just hours ago. "Take it."

His eyes narrowed against the blaze, silver and sharp even in this realm of red. “Stay close,” he rasped. His voice was raw, as if the heat tried to rip it from his throat. “This place doesn’t give mercy.” She nodded, though the fire seemed to leech moisture from her even as she swallowed. Her heart hammered wildly. They had survived storms, shadows, and mirrors—but this trial was not subtle. It did not twist the mind with whispers or weigh down the body with illusion. No, this one sought only to consume. The Tribunal’s design was cruel in its simplicity: burn everything until nothing remains.