Who Is The Author Of The Last Trial?

After my best friend Lily Warren was assaulted, she took her own life. I was the only person who knew who had done it. And I was the one who helped cover for him. When Lily's mother knelt at my feet, begging me to tell the truth, I turned away with a cold face. When the people in town called me heartless and smashed my door, I let my dog, Buddy, attack them without hesitation. Ten years later, I was dying. My long-lost best friend, Claire Sutton, returned as the wealthiest woman in the country. The first thing she did was drag me onto the memory-trial platform normally reserved for death-row prisoners. "Rachel Vale, you disgusting animal. You protected a rapist. Lily and I were blind to ever call you our friend! "Lily has been dead for ten years, and you let her attacker walk free for ten years! "Today, I'm going to use the memory extractor I developed to see exactly who you've been protecting!" But when the real culprit appeared before everyone, Claire Sutton collapsed on the spot. She could barely stay on her knees.

"The gods are dead. The bloodlines remain. And she's about to bring it all down." Rowyn Vale grew up on the wrong side of the realm - poor, half-starved, and pissed off at the world. Her fae parents ran relics, sold shadows, and tried to sell her. She's used to surviving. Not exploding with ancient light and accidentally blinding a rich fae girl in the middle of high school. Now she's sentenced to death for a power she didn't ask for. But when a winged, arrogant disaster of a boy crashes through her prison ceiling and drags her into the sky, Rowyn learns the truth: she's not just some broken street fae. She's godblooded. Welcome to Eidolon Academy - a sentient university hidden in a pocket realm where every student is descended from a god, and each year ends in a deadly Trial that can kill you... or awaken something worse. Survive the Trials, and ascend. Fail, and vanish forever. And if the rumors are true? Rowyn isn't just another godblood. She might be the heir of the Godkiller - the one being powerful enough to raise the Pantheon. Let the Trials begin. Let the realm burn Eidolon Academy Book 1

She thought finding her mate would be the beginning of her fairy tale. Instead, it became the hardest fight of her life. Tamara is the cherished daughter of Alpha Ronan of Moondusk Pack. She was raised on stories of fated mates and everlasting love. So when she discovers her mate during the annual Moon Gathering, she believes the moon goddess has finally smiled on her. That is, until she learns who he is. Alpha North of Night Sword Pack is the most feared alpha throughout the South for his ruthless leadership and brutal traditions. His pack respects only strength, and the weak are shown no mercy. To Alpha North, mates are a distraction. To his pack, Tamara is an outsider. And to the women competing for the title of Luna, she is an obstacle that needs to be removed. Determined to prove herself, Tamara enters the deadly Luna Trials, where only one woman can claim the title. Surrounded by enemies, challenged at every turn, and haunted by a mate who wants her in his bed but refuses to claim her, she quickly realizes that surviving Night Sword pack may cost her everything. But while Tamara fights for her place, a far more dangerous threat is growing within the pack. Someone else wants to become Alpha. So when blood is spilled and loyalties are tested, Tamara will have to decide how much she is willing to sacrifice for a pack that never wanted her. Because in Night Sword, strength is everything. And becoming Luna is not given. It is earned.

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

Cassy has a secret, one she’s willing to leave her home and pack to keep. But when her boyfriend, Zac, becomes the Ash Mount Beta and refuses to leave with her, her plans take a turn. Torn between fighting for the man she loves and keeping her identity hidden to protect her and her mum, Cassy only has one option. Compete in the Luna Trials - a contest where the mates of the Alpha, Beta and High Guard warriors are chosen. The challenges she faces are far beyond the strategy and strength she needs to win the Trials, and leave her conflicted at every turn. Should Cassy spill her secrets to save a friend? Should she keep fighting for a man who cares more for his title? And what is this strange new pull she has towards the Alpha? But Cassy will face her biggest challenge of all when her past comes back to haunt her.

On the day I was diagnosed with uremia, my husband asked me to donate a kidney to his one true love. I turned him down, claiming I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t expect him, my own husband, who was a doctor, to drag me to trial. The charge? Ingratitude. If found guilty, I would be executed on the spot, my kidney forcibly harvested, my soul condemned for eternity. But if the charges were dismissed, my husband would face immediate execution. His love would fall into ruin, plagued by illness and poverty. Everyone pressured me to confess. After all, when I nearly died in a car crash years ago, it was her blood transfusion that had pulled me back from the brink of death. But what they didn’t know was… I had been reborn. In my past life, I died never knowing my husband and his lover had orchestrated the car crash that nearly killed me. Now that I had returned, I would tear off their masks and expose their malice for all to see.