Trial Of The Destroyer Novels & Stories

She nods once, still trembling, and I help her to her feet. Maddox is watching me, but he says nothing else. I look down at my blood-covered hands. This trial was supposed to prove the rogues were ready for more. All it did was prove that some of them never deserved the chance in the first place. Now, they’re dead, because I gave them a choice, and they chose wrong.

"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" ...

The moment he saw it clearly, all the defenses he had built up instantly collapsed. "H-How could this happen? I didn't mean to do this to you. I really didn't know you would die at sea. Weren't you a swimmer? How could you not even make it a few dozen feet…" I wasn't sure whether he was trying to justify his actions or confess his guilt. Glaring at him with hatred, I clenched my teeth. "Adrian, if you have even a shred of conscience left, chase those dogs away!" Adrian snapped out of his daze and hurriedly ordered his men to drive the dogs away.

I narrowed my eyes and moved through them, swinging my axe with deadly accuracy. “Eugenius! I already took your left hand. Now I’ll take your head.” I called out, pointing my axe at my predecessor. The red aura that has been growing stronger around me surrounded my axe. The blood of the men I killed for standing in my way dripped from its blade. It is time to fulfill the prophecy. I am the Destroyer, and the fall of Olympus is in my hands. I shall not fail my people. I will not fail this world. I will not fail Ismene-Eirene.

The contradiction would lead you to question everything. "And eventually, it would lead you to the clues I left behind. “Daniel, the only way I could expose a truth that could never be buried was through a nationally broadcast Memory Extraction Trial. I had to trade my life for it. I'm sorry… "I'm sorry for putting all of this on your shoulders. I'm sorry..." The recording ended. Silence filled the laboratory. Daniel sat motionless as tears streamed soundlessly down his face. … By dawn, Daniel had returned to the square with the listening device.

Every wound, every scar burst open in a second. Ethan dropped down beside me and grabbed my shoulder. “Jessica!” The Guardian looked on, seemingly unmoved. “This is the Trial of Shadows, the article explains. You have to erase the ghosts of your past or let them eat you up.” Lipmen lifted his gun, frustration shining in his eyes. “Enough of this. She does not have to prove anything to you.” The Guardian’s eyes turned his way, and with a simple wave, the gun slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground. “Hunter, this is not your fight.”

Still, I just keep falling in the worst circumstances. "Are you okay?" Olivia asks in her sweet voice and I mumble a yes, trying to control my tears from falling. "I'm sorry that you had to hear all this. I didn't mean to make you feel sad. But it is just…" she sighs. "...I have seen this happen before. And I have heard rumours that several of the Sire's marriage trials just disappeared." "What do you mean by disappeared? Didn't they try again for a different werewolf?"