Trial Of The Grasses Novels & Stories

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.

As we crested the rise into the plains of Missouri, we hit the brakes. "My god," Silas breathed. I expected a Dust Bowl. I expected the dry, cracked earth Ironwood had described. Instead, we looked out over an ocean. An ocean of grass. But it wasn't normal grass. It was six feet tall. It was a vibrant, neon green that hurt the eyes. It rippled in the wind like water. And scattered through the grass were the Corn. Stalks of corn the size of telephone poles rose from the prairie. They towered over the

I even have a scar on my leg from when I got injured trying to ensure it was ready. Yet, she’s claiming my hard work. What the hell? Anger burns in me heavily. I am tired of her. I am tired of her persistent presence here. She’s a pest I cannot seem to get rid of. She has sunk her fingers into my husband, and now, she is claiming my hard work. Where is her shame? Where is dignity? How did she even steal it? Did she break into my lab? “Through repeated testing, I found that Moon Grass is more potent during the waning moon. The results are significantly stronger when applied in that phase. Thank you.” She concludes with a small smile.

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

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

And the tests had only just begun. Because Cheyenne was in charge now. “Alright, horse-boy,” she announced, hopping onto a crate so she could loom over the crowd like some tiny, mischievous goddess. “You survived Ben trying to grind you into a pancake, which means you’ve passed the brawn section.” The pack whooped, stomping their feet in rhythm. “Now it’s time for brains.” Cheyenne’s grin was sharp enough to cut steel. “Welcome to… the Trials of Wit!”