The Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

These flickers of humanity he'd thought burned away. "The trials will fix that," he said finally. "Will they? Or will they reveal that some things can't be carved away, only buried?" Serena's smile was knowing. "I suppose we'll find out." The Screaming Peaks rose before them like broken teeth against the sky. Somewhere in their frozen heights waited the Sanctum of Sorrows and the trials that would complete his transformation (or destroy him entirely).

**Two days before the breach.** Luna stood at the edge of the Scorchmark, and felt her demon blood *sing.* The place was exactly as its name suggested—a massive scar carved into the earth where nothing grew. Not barren from lack of nutrients. Barren because the *ground itself* rejected life. The soil was black. Glassy. Fused into a crystalline surface that reflected no light. And the smell— Sulfur. Ash. Something older than time.

“So be it.” The torches hissed as wind passed through the courtyard, carrying with it the scent of steel and fury. The Trial had begun.

Lyra’s blood turned cold when the title revealed itself: MOON TRIAL Her throat tightened. She had heard the phrase before. Not in official conversation. In whispers. In warnings meant to frighten pups. Lyra’s voice came out low. “That’s real.” Tobias didn’t look at her. “It’s always been real.” Lyra forced herself to read. The scroll described a ritual performed by elders against wolves labeled “rare,” “unstable,” or “prophecy-touched.” It claimed the trial was designed to confirm loyalty and measure control.

I said, my voice echoing with a resonance that wasn't entirely mine, "I’m done being discussed as if I’m a piece of furniture, if the mountain wants to judge me, let it." The Trials were located in the "Lung of the Maw," a vertical shaft that dropped miles into the earth, there was no elevator, no stairs, there was only a bridge of solid shadow that appeared only for those the mountain accepted. Koran walked me to the edge of the abyss, the wind howling up from the depths smelled of salt and ancient ozone. "You don't have to do this, Vesper," he murmured, his hand lingering on my waist, "I can hold the Council off, I can fight Kaelen at the gates."

Scent filled the clearing—rich and copper-sweet and absolutely mouthwatering. I ate until my stomach ached. Honey-mead warmed my chest, spreading pleasant heat through my limbs that made everything soft around the edges. Kael and Rhiannon ate first, as was proper. Strong. Alive. Together. Fear's grip loosened another degree. Maybe we really had made it through the worst. Maybe the nightmares were finally over, and we could build something lasting from the ashes. The Trials of the Moon started while I was still licking grease from my fingers. Sparring circles erupted with cheers as warriors tested themselves against visiting pack members. Blades clashed. Wolves partially shifted, letting claw

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."

On the final day of our graduation trip, temperatures suddenly soared to dangerous levels. I came down with heat exhaustion, but my boyfriend gave our entire supply of electrolyte drinks to my best friend. "You're in good shape, and you know first aid. Just drink some water and rest for a bit. You'll be fine. "Willa's the one we need to worry about. She's always been frail, and without the electrolyte drink, she could get seriously sick." I was too dizzy to argue, so I turned to the others in our group for help, only to be met with eye rolls. "Sophie, you're taking this jealousy way too far." "Ryan was just looking after someone who's actually sick. Do you really have to act like you're abo

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.