Novel & Cerita Underworld Bride Trials

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Someone laughed somewhere across the space. Bastien looked at the far wall where the dark canvases hung, the pieces that were not finished and would become something that required a room to understand. He looked at them for a moment without speaking. "The documents," he said. "Are they binding." "Renard used the full contract package. All six documents. Properly witnessed. Her signature on each, her initials on each page." Adler's voice was the voice he used when he was delivering information he had already decided was not recoverable. "They are binding. Under Tripicity law the ceremony clause is satisfied by the witnessed signing of the authorization documents, which she signed. The legal m

Beside him, Elena was wearing a golden gown that looked cheap compared to the emerald silk wrapping my waist. When Julian turned and saw us, his glass slipped an inch in his fingers, amber liquid sloshing over the crystal rim. His eyes widened, scanning me from my styled dark hair down to my velvet heels. Beside him, Elena froze, her red lips parting in genuine shock. "Look at them," I whispered to Vincent, keeping my lips fixed in a cool, distant smile. "They look like they saw a ghost." "They thought you were buried in a ditch," Vincent said, his hand resting light over mine at his elbow. "Now they see you wearing the family crown. Enjoy it."

she said firmly, “she is nowhere near ready for that.” “No heir ever is,” Kael replied. Seraphine frowned. “Most heirs have trained for years. The Princess began yesterday.” Kael didn’t blink. “The Trials aren’t waiting for her to catch up.”Alessia’s pulse hammered. Trials. The word itself felt heavy, carved from stone and iron. She gulped hard. “What exactly are they?” Kael folded his arms. “A demonstration of control over each elemental domain. Conducted in the Hall of Cores, before the Emperor and the inner nobles.”

And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother. She stood, slow and steady. “Well,” she said, voice rich and sharp, “I suppose betrayal is the new bridal theme.” The room cracked with uncomfortable laughter. Clarissa’s face faltered. I turned, back straight, bouquet slipping from my hand. “Enjoy your circus,” I said to them both. “You’ll need more than applause to survive the fallout.” Then I walked away. Not from the wedding. But from them. I found myself on the hotel balcony ten minutes later, my fists clenching together as I hit the cold rail, the skyline blurring behind my tears. My hands still smelled like roses and sugar and everything I’d planned for a future that no longer existed.

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.

As soon as the call ended, my phone buzzed again—this time, an email. From: Lord Sterling Subject: Luna Trials – Formal Notice My jaw tightened as I read the words. Sterling was giving me advance notice out of “courtesy,” detailing exactly what Arianna would have to face if she turned out to be human. The Luna Trials. I skimmed through the details, my fingers gripping the phone tighter with every word. The Blood Moon Hunt – Arianna will be placed in an arena and must survive against feral rogue werewolves without my help. The Rite of the Forgotten – A vision-based test where she will be forced to relive her worst fears, including betrayals and suffering.

-I heard rumors over there, that you had married because of a contract that unites you, that is real, and I also want to know if you enjoyed your honeymoon, that is, if there was a night of passion between you, because when there is a contract of interest, you can't make love with the other person, you are having problems with the marriage, or is it me that there was a love triangle around here, apparently, we have a minute listening to everything," says the impertinent reporter. Blonde Lucrecia instantly pulls herself together to give them what the press wants to hear just to cover their mouths, even though they both know they are still pure virgins. -There is no love triangle, we have no m

“I told them about a clause I found basically stating that since we never had a child born from the marriage we could divorce.” Uh oh. Where was he going with this? "But there’s a condition. To dissolve the marriage based on the lack of an heir, we have to undergo the Blood Truth Trial." I froze, my pen hovering over the paper. "The Blood Truth Trial? What the fuck is that?” "It's the only condition for us to get divorced," he said, leaning forward. "This is how it works; We both submit our blood to an ancient relic. It reveals all secrets. If it confirms there is no child binding us, the divorce is granted. No questions asked."

the field went silent. Rowan’s eyes widened. Marvin’s smirk deepened. "Let's see if Draven is going to go easy on his roommate" Several seniors exchanged knowing looks. Philipa swallowed. “Of course.” Draven leaned closer. “Stay close. Don’t push your limits.” She nodded, though her wolf stirred uneasily beneath her skin. The trial itself was simple in design and brutal in execution—a narrow stone bridge suspended over a rushing ravine, enchanted to react to imbalance. One wrong step, and the stones would tilt, shake, or split entirely.