The Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

Camila's face turned pale as she saw the cold and even scornful looks around her. "No! It's not like that..." she stammered, trying to stand up. The door swung open, and Alexander stood there, his voice cold as ice. "Stand up."

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

“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.

Her hands were everywhere—on his hips, on his back, squeezing his shoulders. “Ann,” he moaned again. He couldn't hold off much longer. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't noble enough. He wasn't— “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” She convulsed beneath him, her body arching off the sofa as she screamed. Her fingers bit into his back, nails raking his skin, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she'd found her release, and it was good, and for the love of God, he could finally...

Snow had fallen overnight, covering the ground in white. It wouldn’t stay clean for long. “Three trials. Combat, strategy, and leadership. Pass two out of three, you’re Beta. Fail two, you’re out.” He looked at me like I was already out. “Begin.” *Trial 1: Combat* First opponent: Darek. Scar Eye. The beta who tried to drag me back two weeks ago. He stepped into the ring with a grin, rolling his shoulders. “You think one lucky hit makes you a warrior, mutt?”

Darius ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. We marched behind him as he led us to our next trial. My legs felt like they were made of lead, and all my muscles were sore from the first phase. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. I had to survive. Ahead of us, I could hear the sound of rushing water, growing louder and more menacing with each step we took. When we reached the river, Wait. The river? Fuck! This wasn’t a river. This was The damn Scorching Veil! My heart immediately dropped to the floor.

The Luna trial challenge consisted of three phases. The trial of the body, the trial of the mind and the trial of the soul. Each trial was attempted on separate days, with a two-day interval in between. That morning, Scarlett sat beside Dylan in his study, listening to Jordan as he fully explained the trial to her. "Once you begin, you can't back out." He was saying. "If at any point you give up, it will be assumed that you are not capable and strong enough to rule the pack beside the Alpha."

Just a simple word like I didn't deserve a proper explanation. Unease gnawed at my insides as I recalled the reaction of the Council to Ronan's proposal. What exactly had Ronan gotten me into? “What are these trials?” I asked, finally. He stopped walking. “A series of tests—spiritual, mental, physical. Dangerous ones. Not many survive them. They’re ancient, sacred, and only the true Moonborn has ever been said to pass all three.” I swallowed. My throat felt dry. “You want me… to do that? Seriously?While I’m…”

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter