Trial Of The Grasses Novels & Stories

The Luna trial challenge consisted of three phases. The trial of the body, the trial of the mind and the trial of the soul. Each trial was attempted on separate days, with a two-day interval in between. That morning, Scarlett sat beside Dylan in his study, listening to Jordan as he fully explained the trial to her. "Once you begin, you can't back out." He was saying. "If at any point you give up, it will be assumed that you are not capable and strong enough to rule the pack beside the Alpha."

“Time to spar. Don’t let that hair get in your way.” I laughed despite myself, brushing my braid over my shoulder. “You’ll regret calling me that when I win.” She grinned, but her eyes stayed sharp. “Don’t hesitate. Hesitation kills.” We circled each other, the ground soft beneath our feet. My movements felt sharper, faster, almost unnatural. The forest seemed to lean closer, shadows stretching. Kat lunged, and I blocked, but the impact sent a jolt through me. My vision blurred, edges darkening.

Only then would it open. The others waited silently. I could feel their nerves. Mine weren’t much better. Minutes crawled by. Then, finally, the light shifted. The moon rose higher, spilling silver light directly onto the Purifying Grass. The glow deepened, spreading outward until it filled the small cave. Kevin looked at me. “Now?” “Now.” I stepped closer, kneeling in front of the grass. My heart beat faster as I drew my blade and cut my palm—just a small slice. The blood fell onto the soil, dark against the silver glow.

"You make me question if you were ever fit to be our Luna. Perhaps you need a chance to prove it." My blood ran cold. "What… what are you going to do?" "The Moonlight Trial." A collective gasp rippled through the pack members who had gathered around us. The Moonlight Trial was a death sentence. It was an ancient, brutal ritual for the strongest warriors, not for the Luna. Not for me. "Ethan, that's… that's too dangerous," I said, my voice low. "Is it?" His voice was devoid of warmth, final and cold. "If you can't pass a simple trial, how can you protect this pack? Or, you could get on your knees, apologize to Bella right now, and give up your title as Luna."

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.

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.

As a medicine man himself, Zephyr was quite familiar with chrono grass. Chrono grass was a rare and valuable herb. Although it looked like a common herb, its price fetched higher than many others. Once a fighter utilizes the grass, there is a good chance they would ‘break out’ of their current state. While within this state of induced euphoria, they would easily achieve many breakthroughs in the mysteries of the world.

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.