Trial By Fury Novels & Stories

We felt imprisoned as otherworldly things faded from our perception. Tyrone kept a steady gaze on Randall from across the room. He roared "I dare you" at me, his mouth sliced like a sword. "A trial by fight. Show us that you own her by displaying your right of possession. Fight me, Randall. Show the world that you deserve the relationship you desire. The stillness was terrible. The hammering in my ears matched the magnitude of the occurrences. A trial by combat? The oddest and most sacred type of challenge among our species. Through this process, my peers analyzed not only my skills but also my character virtues.

“Sacred and brutal don’t usually belong in the same sentence.” He let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh if it wasn’t so bitter. “At Ashwood, they always do.” I said nothing, letting him continue. “The Aureum Trial is a rite of passage,” he said. “A way of determining who deserves power. Who gets to lead? Who gets remembered? It's meant to test strength, yes—but not just of the body. Of bloodline. Will. Loyalty. Ruthlessness.” He looked at me now, fully. “It’s not a game, Aubrey. It’s war, staged with gowns and gold and a smile that knows how to tear your throat out.”

Nicole's face went white as a sheet, tears streaming down uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. However, not a single soul showed any sympathy. Rage boiled over in me when I saw my daughter's tears. I wrenched myself free from the grip of several towering bodyguards, snatched up a crystal cup from the table, and flung it at Simon. The cup caught Simon off-guard, its jagged edge slicing a gash across his forehead. "Bullying a child, how low can you go?!" Breathless, with a fiery gaze, I stood there, staring down Simon.

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

"Sign it." "Stop it. You're hurting her." Alyssa's voice rang in my ears. Tears blurred my vision. Blood pounded in my head; my lungs burned as I choked. My nails dug into his arm, scraping desperately. Shame, fear, rage—I felt all of it, but I would not beg. “Never.” BANG! The door crashed open, slamming against the wall with a violent crack. Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords.

My magic burst from my ribs, not as flame, but as heat, thick and fast. He screamed and fell back, skin blistering from contact. The circle flashed gold. First Trial: Passed.

My claws effortlessly tear through their necks, and their useless bodies drop on the ground, unmoving. I approach the stupefied council and as if they just realized what is happening, they instantly shift and start to flee. Bunch of cowards. I grab the doctor who isn't fast enough and the two stupid old women. After tearing their bodies to an unrecognizable heap of flesh, I lift my head and release a loud, threatening howl. Fuck, this feels amazing. I feel stronger. Ferce. Vengeance. I will make them pay for what they just did. What they did to my mum. I won't be helpless anymore. I will not let them put me in that position again.

That money was a life-saving fund I had left for my mother’s treatment. Dizzy and near death, darkness crept into the edges of my vision. However, the thought that they would never spare my frail mother once I was gone ignited a surge of desperate, furious strength through my body. ‘Mandy, you and Thomas thought you could use my life to secure your promotion? ‘Then I’ll send you straight to hell to earn it!’ “Boom!” I slammed the scorching gas pedal to the floor with every ounce of strength I had. The burning car shot forward under the cameras, dragging a trail of fire across the feed.

" I challenged. "Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything... And then I'll call you a liar." A snarl ripped out her throat, and she stepped forward. Always so proud. Her honour was everything. "I am not a liar. " "Then admit it. There's something here." She growled again, "their cant be. That's impossible. Ben," Fury hit me like a ton of bricks. "Right. Ben. Your so-called soul mate. Did you ever plan on telling me or was that not on your schedule?"

My dad stood a menacing growl leaving his lips as Fury took over. "attack",the growl came out shaking the room. Council moved back behind the warriors as we followed orders. Claire looked upset as a rogue slashed at me but I jumped back. We fought as our mates watched in fear. Lucas got swiped at and I heard Gemma whimper for him.