Trial Of The Grasses Novels & Stories

All I saw and felt was unbridled combined power as the roots grew and intertwined, flowers and leaves blooming from them like stems. Higher and higher it grew, interlocking and forming great walls. My mouth was dry, my skin cold and my heart racing as the growing process stopped. It was a maze. The trees and vines had built a maze. “Shit,” Vera swore. Chills seemed to sweep the audience, loud terrified whispers filling the air. Across where I stood, Gwen had a triumphant smirk brightly plastered across her face. “THE FIRST TRIAL!” The announcer yelled. “THE FIRST TRIAL IS TO TEST LOYALTY! TO SERVE OUR PACK AND JOIN OUR PACK, THE PRINCESS MUST PROVE LOYALTY TO SILVERMOON OVER EVERYTHING ELSE!

His legs trembled and then, slowly, he dropped to his knees. His eyes went wide with shock. "Impossible." "Rise," I said. He stood up and he looked at the other representatives. "She is real. The power is real." The representatives nodded and they looked at me, impressed. But Flair was not done. "The second trial is the Trial of Healing. Selvara must heal a mortal wound." One of Flair's warriors stepped forward. He pulled out a knife and without hesitation, cut deep into his own arm and blood poured out.

I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes. I admitted that I had once had a crush on him because of his brilliance and because he had been out of my league. But now, all I wanted was to stay as far away from him as possible. "Ding! The system has detected extreme resistance from one side of the party. Punishment Mode is now activated. The scene will also be changed." I gasped and shuddered hard as I suddenly woke up from a dream. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was now back at my office desk, and my colleagues were all there, chatting and working as usual.

Skylar stared at me for a long moment. “The trial is at midday,” she shook her head, ignoring what I’d said. “Eat something first.” Then she left. I stood in my room and thought about the man who had died in a holding cell for unknown reasons. I wondered what he had seen in that forest that had been worth silencing. Then I ate something. Because Skylar had told me to, and she was usually right. The trial was nothing like the previous tests. No quiet courtyard. The entire pack had assembled in the main grounds – every rank, every house, everyone who had an opinion about what I was and what I deserved, which was everyone.

she hissed at me. Through my labored breaths, I grabbed a handful of green grass before she could kick me again. ‘For those who grow, there will be wilt.’ I chanted inside my head. I focused my mind on the grass in my hand. My energy flowed through every cell, down to the roots. Like an extension of my will, the grass roots stretched through the soil and burst forth from the ground. The fibrous roots twisted together like serpents, coiling around Lorraine’s legs.

Trial 1: Pack Lore – White Trial 2: Judgment – Light Gray Trial 3: Finances – Silver Trial 4: Strategy – Black Trial 5: Compassion – Sky Blue Trial 6: Strength – Navy Blue Trial 7: Ascension Ceremony – Midnight Blue, the color of the Goddess The trials last all day, and we never know when they’ll happen. It could be something as simple as an UNO game or solving a conflict on the pup’s playground—or something as intense as fighting our own parent for their position. It’s long. It’s exhausting. It’s nerve-wracking. And if my mate shows up during that time? I’ll have to fight through the mating frenzy and do all of this at the same time.

Alice was a much stronger fighter so this should prove to be easy for her. Then I heard the words that Tara sprouted out and a growl escaped me again. Morgan is not nor ever will be my Luna. I broke up with her and am now aiming to win my mate over. Alice is and always will be the true Luna of the Iron Paw Pack. My rage was starting to overcome me and not even hear my sweet angel claim me as her mate in front of everyone was making me feel any calmer. I began to step forward only once more to be stopped by Josh. He had put his hand on my chest and our gazes locked.

"Take good care of her in there. Create an 'accident'..." It was Mrs. Whitaker’s voice. The truth of the Empathy Sync System was revealed in the most brutal, direct, and irrefutable way possible. The so-called kidnapping case collapsed on the spot. The truth was a paid attempt to kill. A globally broadcast trial descended upon them at that very moment.

Rex asked, peering into Cassius’s opened palm, his face riddled with puzzlement. “This grass is to ease the symptoms of blood month for a woman,” Cassius said, lifting the grass up for Rex to see. “There is one downside to it though,” he said, trailing off as another snort of laughter prevented further words. “Well?” Rex asked, not being able to contain a smile at Cassius’s uncontained laugh. “If a male consumes the blood grass…” he said doing his best to stifle another laugh, “That person will experience an hour of the worst possible diarrhoea imaginable.”

The grass was turquoise. Not green, not blue, but a light blend of both. I bent down and grabbed a few blades of it to look at closer, but even that didn't change the coloring of the grass. I pulled it apart and watched it excrete juices that were far milkier than any plant that I had ever seen. The giant in front of me hissed in a tone that was obviously agitation, and I looked up to see him standing at the edge of the tree line looking at me expectantly.