Novel & Cerita The Underworld Trials Of Luna

“As has been the way of our kind for centuries, the Luna of the pack must prove herself worthy, not only in spirit, but in strength, endurance, and unity with her mate.” “The Games,” he continued, “are divided into three trials. The first is of the body, a contest of endurance, where the Luna-to-be must face challenges of strength, speed, and resilience before the eyes of her people. A trial by combat…not to kill, but to prove you can withstand challenge. Rivals are chosen, women who once sought the Luna’s place or were trained for it. You will fight until the elders are satisfied you do not break.” My stomach turned. Fight. Of course, it would begin with blood.

she said coolly. “But the throne was mine first. I demand the second trial. The Trial of Flame. Let the wolves decide which Luna they trust to lead.” Aria stepped forward without hesitation. “I accept.” Kael grabbed her arm. “You don’t need to prove anything else” She looked him in the eyes. “I do. Not just for them. For me.” The Trial of Flame was brutal. Two Lunas. One circle of fire. No weapons. No magic. Only strength. Endurance. Will.

Jax orders with fear in his very own eyes and tries to push me towards my cousin. My hands grasp tighter onto him. There’s no way I am leaving him. My place is at his side, and with my people, my pack. What kind of Luna would I be if I left them behind to save myself? “There’s no where we can bring her. Everything is closed off,” Tristan replies shook up. “We need to find a way to stop her.”

Luna found herself elsewhere. Not standing on grass. Not surrounded by trees. Not with the two wolves who safeguarded her existence. She was within the blood-washed memories of the Moon Goddess. The ground beneath her feet transformed into a dark, glassy surface, resembling hardened obsidian. Above her, the sky fractured with white lightning, each strike unveiling glimpses of battle—wolves tearing through enemy lines, sorcerers conjuring shadows, the first Luna Queen raising her hands as moonfire erupted from her palms.

"Tonight, you’ll undergo the 3 final trials to become Luna of Blue Moon. These are all ancient tradition for every future Luna... It tests a Luna of resilience, loyalty, and strength." My spine stiffens. "After the day we had?" "Of course." Her eyes glint with satisfaction. "Being a Luna doesn’t come with breaks, dear. And tonight, the pack will see if you're truly fit for the title." I glance at the crowd. The curiosity in their eyes makes my skin crawl. My pulse kicks up. This is exactly what she wanted—me tired, unprepared, and humiliated. 'We won't give up.' my wolf bravely says and I agree.

All united beneath the same banner. Mortius turns back toward the crowd. "Through endurance." A pause. "Through strength." Another pause. "And through her claim." A murmur of approval ripples through the arena. Even I can feel the significance of those words. The three virtues. The three trials. "The deeds that preserved Lyvros became the foundation upon which the Luna Trials were established." The image of the legendary Luna fades. Ancient Moon symbols take its place. "It is said that the Moon Goddess herself blessed the First Luna for her sacrifice."

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.

I flinched at the sight of two other werewolves who walked out of the audience and stretched forth their hands. “After you—Luna” Thomas voiced, soothingly as I walked slowly and laid down on the rock. My eyes striking the designs of the ceiling and the chandelier which was hung up above. My heart raced as I saw Thom and Marcus bring out the hay and burnt them. All these happened while Jasper continue with his incantation. The smoke from the hay they burnt would go directly to the ceiling in a straight line and the spirit of the Luna would appear, but if it scatters along the line, and nothing appears or maybe an unknown face shows up from the smoke, then I’ll be screwed.

Nicole lifted her chin. “I am Luna by blood and by right. And I will lead. Not as the shadow of a man’s claim. Not as the broken thing you thought you left behind. But as myself. And if any of you doubt that—” her eyes swept the chamber, daring, burning, “—you can stand. And fall.” The words struck like a thrown torch. For a heartbeat, the chamber held its breath. And then the whispers began. They were sharp, frantic, hungry. Wolves exchanging looks, elders murmuring, others leaning back as though already bracing for the war her declaration had summoned.

"Adrian, they're coming here to kill her anyway. At least this way, she's prepared and we control the engagement." "She's a child!" "She's the Crimson Dawn. The eighth generation Daughter who prophecy says will reshape our world." I looked at Luna. "And she's right. If she runs, they chase. If she hides, they find her. But if she fights, she has a chance." "Mama, I'm scared," Luna admitted quietly. "But I'm more scared of running forever. Of always being hunted. I want this to end." "It won't end," Elena said gently. "Even if we defeat the Purifiers, there will be others. People will always fear your power, Luna."