The Trial Novel Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

Because every whisper in this courtyard would damn us all if I didn’t burn the truth out for myself. Around me, Nora’s fire still glowed faintly on her skin, Caelum still bared his teeth, Lucien’s shadows dripped like venom. And all I could think was this: The Trial was over. But the firestorm it left in its wake might burn me out before the war even began. The silence Arx had carved in the courtyard didn’t last.

It wasn’t enough that she transmigrated into her book now the moda effin book was rewriting itself! This was supposed to be a romance novel, not a horror story! In the novel, the Moon Spirit Trial was supposed to be painless, holy. If the accused were innocent, they were immediately vindicated by the Moon Spirit. There was no burning the innocent! No death! No screaming for help that would never come! What is this hell! By the time she finally calmed herself down, the sun had already set. She had cried, passed out from exhaustion, and woken up only to cry again.

And Jasmine—naked, crowned in nothing but sweat and defiance—stepped onto it without flinching. The council didn’t breathe. The flames didn’t flicker. The air had gone still with a silence not of fear… but awe. And Jasmine? She just smiled. Because the Trial was never to survive. It was to see if the pack would. And tonight... it had. By her hand.

Beta Kael stood in the opposite gallery, unmoving, eyes locked on Alpha Robert like a sentry waiting for war. Then Zeina dropped to her knees. Not in pain. In surrender, to the weight of it all. The Trial had begun. The circle flared gold and silver. Her body stilled. Her spirit was already gone, dragged into memory, into the darkest lie she ever told. That was the purpose of the Trial of the Broken Oath. It didn't just test honor. It ripped it open. It bled truth from your soul. Beside me, Celine trembled. Just slightly. Her hands shook before she clasped them tight again. She was seeing it too, I realized. Her Sight crossed the veil Zeina had just passed through.

Then I wasn’t as weak as she thought. And as Kaelen’s gaze lingered on me a moment longer before he turned away, I felt a spark of something I hadn’t expected: confidence. The first trial was over. But the rest… the real test… had just begun. The third trial, Trial of lust … with Kaelen I’m doomed!

Then, Adrian uttered, "Since you insist on lying to me, I'll give you one final true love test. Do you choose this coffin, or do you choose to marry me? You can only pick one." I stared at Adrian in disbelief, unable to comprehend that he could do something so absurd. "Put it back! My mother is in there! If you really throw it down, I will never forgive you!" Adrian's temper flared instantly. "You won't even choose me over a fake coffin? Camilla, you're truly heartless. I declare that you have failed your final true love test. Now watch me marry Vivian. As for this thing…" Adrian glanced at the coffin and sneered, "Throw it down! Just looking at it annoys me!"

I looked away and calmly said, "As for Crystal—this may be a world of fiction, but strict laws exist here. There's no need for any of you to pass judgment on her. The law will give her the punishment she deserves." When I was done speaking, murmurs rippled through the audience, and faint sighs followed. "This so-called vicious side character must've been given the wrong script. She's not vicious one bit…" "Who knows? Maybe in some other novel, Rose is the true female lead." The trial ended with me being declared innocent. As compensation, during the final days of my life, the court promised to fulfill all my wishes unconditionally. But unfortunately, none of my wishes could come true.

"With your personality, if my guess was correct, you would trash this challenge straight away even before you leave this building. That's what you're like. I want to emphasize something. This isn't a challenge between you and me, but a challenge between you and your true self. This is a challenge for you to face your true self. A chance to be honest with yourself. If you want to cheat, then remember that you are cheating yourself, not me. If you haven't even cheated at all when our deal ends, then I'll happily accept whatever the result is. I'm a man of my promise. So I'll definitely keep it. I trust that you'll do the same. C.L" ...

"You are in conflict, brother, and therefore cannot contribute to the ruling without bias—" "Enough squabbling," Kathryn Milano snaps. "Vincent, thank you for sitting in, but your services are no longer required now Kaden is here. You may continue to view the trial from the public gallery." Vincent stares at the council members, waiting for one of them to object, but none do. Swearing, he lifts himself out of the seat and storms down a flight of stairs behind the high bench and joins Kade and me on the floor. "I will view from inside the chamber, not the public gallery."