Novel & Cerita Trial Of The Grasses

She just ate quickly and then followed Caesar back to the car. When getting into the car, Caesar noticed the clothes Lola had changed out of—these items were in a small paper bag placed at Lola's feet. The clothes Lola had worn that night, carefully folded by the clothing store clerk, were put back into the bag, but the pant legs were visible. Caesar caught sight of a faint green color on the fabric. He was slightly taken aback, and upon closer inspection, Caesar smelled the light, unique scent of the Madness Grass, a plant that could make dogs go mad and bite people.

His pores began leaking and his gasps were struggled if not debatable to being true. “The holy order huh, the inquisition. You have quite the line up feats Vladimir Grayson.” The shaman said. “But then again, someone of your species, killing your own kind. I think I should be scared.” She said. “My pack turned my sister and I away, so I don’t regret anything. I ask again what does my future hold?” He buttressed his intention for ever stepping foot in her eye sore of a tent.

“You faced your past without fear. The first trial is complete.” Lucian’s hand was on her shoulder in an instant. “Are you alright?” Elizabeth met his gaze. “I’m ready for the next.” The Second Trial: The Trial of the Body This time, she was led to an open field surrounded by towering cliffs. The night air was crisp, the ground firm beneath her feet. The elder motioned to the center of the field. “You must harness your wolf’s strength and prove your dominance over the forces that seek to break you.” Elizabeth shifted, her golden wolf shimmering in the moonlight. A moment later, shadows emerged from the treeline three massive wolves with glowing red eyes.

I walked away before they noticed me, but the image of them stayed in my mind all night, haunting every quiet moment. By sunset, the second trial began: The Trial of Blood. I’d heard of it, but standing at the edge of the sacred grounds, seeing it unfold, it was worse than I imagined. They wanted us to offer our life force, to let our energy flow into hers, to strengthen her.

And a child marked at birth with the Moon’s crest—then hidden away. When Silas woke, his hands were glowing. His veins silver. And something inside him whispered: “She’s not the first. But she must be the last.” That evening, Ava was summoned again by the Elders. The Trials would resume. “You must undergo Trial Three,” Reva said. “The Trial of Lies.” Each heir would face a truth they’ve buried. And so would she. “If you survive, you move closer to the final bond,” Xander said. “If you fail…”

In the first trial, I needed my wolf; I needed to transform into my wolf. Damn! damn! damn! I twisted the fabric of the side of my dress as I listened to the rest of the information. "You will have six hours. The trial will start at six in the evening and will end at midnight. The animals scattered throughout the forest perimeter are: rabbits, foxes, deer, and sheep. The type of prey you capture will also influence your evaluation. Good luck to all, may the Moon Goddess grant your desires," declared the elder before leaving the room. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and realized I only had two hours until the trial began.

Demetrius asked, confused by the word that held no bearing in any conversation they’d been having. “Grass,” Jamie repeated, crouching down, and running her hand through the green carpet that reflected the pale light of the moon. She wiggled her toes, flexing them to grab at the slender blades like they were the most interesting thing she’d encountered in some time. “This is what it feels like…” Jamie plucked a blade from the ground, twirling it between her fingers. “It’s…different than I imagined.” She flopped onto her back with her limbs splayed in her repose, taking her time to appreciate her mundane surroundings. Jamie’s words brought more questions, the kind that were equally perplexing

Then, the grass began to scream. It wasn't a vocal sound; it was the sound of molecular vibration. I looked down and watched as the soft, swaying blades of grey turned translucent, then brittle, then reflective. Within seconds, the field had become a jagged sea of obsidian glass. The wind, which had been a gentle caress, now sounded like a whetstone grinding against a blade.

There are entire wings no one's mapped. Staircases that only appear at midnight. And a library that watches you back. 🔥 The Divine Trials Each school year ends with a Trial, a pocket realm conjured from god magic, built to test your essence, your strength, and your soul. The Trials are sacred. Ancient. Deadly. You do not "pass" the Trials. You survive them. Or you don't. There are four: 1. Trial of Flame - Pain. Sacrifice. Power. 2. Trial of Bone - Face your ancestors. Or fall like them.

Each tree was a perfect copy of its neighbor, with no tangled friendships of vines, no gnarled, unique personalities shaped by storms and time. Soon, the rows of trees ended abruptly, giving way to a vast, open field. It was a sight that made them all stop and stare. The field was immense, stretching to the horizon. And it was filled with a single, swaying crop: a tall grass with feathery, greyish-white seed heads. It was not golden wheat or green barley. It was a pale, ghostly color, and as the wind swept through it, it made a soft, sighing sound, like a long, collective exhalation of sorrow.