Trial Of The Grasses Novels & Stories

Why was my love life so frustrating? "Have you noticed how the grass isn't itchy like regular grass?" I was wanting to keep topics on the tour. "The griffins who live here have an oil on their skin that coats the grass and makes it velvety. It's been like that for so long that the grass grows like that naturally now. And the color is like a turquoise mineral." I was feeling more at peace as we walked along. I turned and stretched my hands up. "Look, it's a griffin nest," I whispered. "And around the family are the flowers I mentioned. They're magnificent!"

Seraphina’s POV The morning air was crisp, almost too clean, as if the wind itself had been scoured of impurities. Mist swirled over the grassy plains where we now stood—an open field just beyond the academy’s towering walls. It looked deceptively serene, the tall golden grass waving in rhythm like some enchanted lullaby, but tension crackled beneath the surface. We were all gathered here for our first assessment: The Trial of the Living Relic. A mystical name for something that felt more dangerous than ceremonial.

They moved as one, a unit without need for words. We came to a clearing at the edge of the compound, where the ground sloped down toward a jagged ravine. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden light across the scene. It was beautiful, but there was an unease in the air, a tension that made my skin crawl. The rogue stopped at the edge of the ravine, his gaze fixed on the drop below. “This is the third trial,” he said. “And it is the most difficult.”

I needed my wolf. Damn, damn, damn! I twisted the fabric of my dress between my fingers as I listened to the rest of the instructions. “You will have six hours. The trial starts at six in the evening and ends at midnight. The animals scattered throughout the forest are rabbits, foxes, deer, and sheep. The type of prey you manage to catch will also affect your evaluation. Good luck to you all. May the Moon Goddess show you mercy,” the elder finished before turning and leaving the room.

His voice was old but carried. "By pack law, the Alpha Trial will take place in three days. The sacred trial grounds. Full pack attendance. The challenge will be resolved by combat, the winner claims the Alpha position." He looked at me. Then at Cassian. Something ancient and tired in his gaze. "May the Moon Goddess guide the worthy." The hall emptied slowly. Wolves filing out in stunned clusters, whispering, arguing, processing. The world they'd known for decades was cracking, they could feel the fissures under their feet.

The pack members sat in each of the numerous chairs arranged as circles around the vast ground the trial would be taking place. Alpha Silas was among the Alphas. His gaze met Freya’s but hers weren’t friendly. She slowly looked away. Torin’s gaze met Freya’s and they lingered there. Her breath hitched. The elder’s voice interrupted them just then. “The Trial begins,” he announced, voice echoing through the still air. “As we all know, we have three phases of this Trial. Three truths. Three judgments. And only one Alpha shall win. Just then, Phase one was announced—The run.

“If they need to see what I stand for, then I’ll show them. I won’t have our bond questioned while I hide behind you.” The circle stirred again. Interest now, sharp and dangerous. Nyxara smiled, slow and calculating. “Very well. The old rites, then.” The terms were spoken aloud, each one settling like a stone. Three trials. The first, the Trial of Resolve. He would face the scent and presence of the packs without yielding, without submission, proving strength of will rather than claw. The second, the Trial of Blood. Not death, but endurance. Pain borne without surrender, watched by all.

I've actually crossed it with Chen Lan? The memory dissipated slowly. I was still staring into his eyes. The sun has almost set. I broke our eye contact and stepped backwards. Both of us were silent. I didn't want to lift my eyes off the grass. I, who didn't want to date any guy, went to that glass bridge with him. I must have trusted him so much. Crossing that scary bridge which stretches for nearly 1500ft in length, and is located at nearly 1000ft in height just with the courage he was passing to me through his eyes, sounds absurd.

He had been very patient with this woman the whole time they have to appear at every public event his grandfather wanted him to attend. He had also been very patient with her every single time she shows her face in his home (sometimes he really wants to move away from that house just so he could get away from her). Always trying to pretend that he's not disgusted whenever she asks for something. His nerves are already taut hearing her babble about their wedding and her calling his grandfather was the last straw. "Okay, okay. I was just trying to get myself used to calling him grandpa now, jeez!" Qin Yuer said, smiling as if she hasn't offended Zhao Sean.

I have been accustomed to this place many times,but never did I imagine that one bad day,I will be standing on top of it, beside the most dangerous King Alpha. "Everyone." He holds the mike, though I wonder about the speaker's utility as his voice is already loud enough. "I stand here to declare my first marriage trial, who unfortunately appears to be a human, Miss Hazel Barnard." Everyone claps, while some whisper. I can see a group of few people who are clearly dissatisfied with the announcement. One is almost fuming to the extent that the hall will be soon filled with smoke. Extra dramatic effects. I feel self conscious as everyone in the hall scans me from top to bottom. Some even grimac