FAENET LIVE: #TrialByFlame ✨🔥
Over 10 million live viewers tuned in as the goddess Rhiannan's divine trials continued. The Trial by Flame, a vicious test of morality, power, and heart, has finally come to an end. Out of the 37 brave warriors who entered... only 10 remain.
And the realm? Is LOSING ITS DAMN MIND.
🌟 THE FINAL TEN — BIOS & BETS —
1. Nyxar Veyne — The Vortex Widow Species: Shadow-Sylph Hybrid
Power: Wind distortion, mirrorwalking, invisibility Bio: Assassin. Icon. War criminal (allegedly). Won't confirm if she owns a soul.
Faenet Odds: 6:1
Top Comment: "She could slit my throat and I'd thank her. #NyxarNation"
2. Torvax Korr — The Cryo Tyrant Species: Frost Troll–Titan Hybrid
Power: Ice warping, terrain manipulation Bio: Banished prince turned northern myth. Eats rocks for breakfast. Possibly literal. Faenet Odds: 4:1
Top Comment: "King of Chill and King of My Heart. #TorvaxTyranny"
3. Veena Sahl — The Blight Ember Species: Phoenix Witch Hybrid
Power: Curseflame, rebirth, explosive tantrums
Bio: Executed once. Got better. Now she's fire with eyeliner.
Faenet Odds: 5:1
Top Comment: "My crops are watered. My skin is cleared. Veena Sahl for High Commander."
4. Kazra Voralis — The Red Bitch Species: ??? (Possible Hellspawn)
Power: Fire & Blood Magic
Bio: General of the Rebellion. Dresses like sin and fights like vengeance.
Faenet Odds: 8:1
Top Comment: "Ma'am. Please. Step on my neck."
5. Nimra Swiftcut
Species: Elf Fox Shifter Hybrid
Power: Teleportation, knife mastery Bio: Twin of Nico. Quieter. Deadlier. Smiles exactly once per trial. It was lethal.
Faenet Odds: 10:1
Top Comment: "Nimra is the blade in the dark. Literally."
6. Brielle Emberlain
Species: Dragon Fae
Power: Flame breath, flight, heat manipulation
Bio: Former palace guard. Defected after watching the queen eat a baby. Yes, really. Faenet Odds: 12:1
Top Comment: "She's hot and not just because she breathes fire. #TeamBrielle"
7. Darrow the Risen
Species: Undead Mage
Power: Necromancy, soul tethering
Bio: Came back from the dead out of spite. Still rotting. Still hot.
Faenet Odds: 9:1
Top Comment: "He may not have skin but he has my heart."
8. Kaelen Brightflame
Species: Fae
Power: Light blasts, truth magic
Bio: Ex royal guard. Whistleblower. Almost got executed. Now everyone simps.
Faenet Odds: 15:1
Top Comment: "He's like if sunshine had abs and a tragic past."
9. Syliss the Trickblade
Species: Half Djinn, Half Elf
Power: Illusion weaving, blade conjuring Bio: Could stab you and convince you it was your idea. Probably already has.
Faenet Odds: 13:1
Top Comment: "I trust her. That's how I know I shouldn't."
10. Orla of the Deep
Species: Siren
Power: Sonic scream, charm aura Bio: Sings bitches to death. Survivor of ten shipwrecks. Favorite color: blood.
Faenet Odds: 11:1
Top Comment: "She's not a red flag, she's the whole damn parade."
Rhiannan sits glowing like a goddess at the head table with her five mates, Mo, Reyna and her two mates, and now the Top Ten, each one seated in a place of honor.
The buffet is ridiculous, enchanted roast beasts, glitterfruit, mood wine, cakes that purr when you cut them. Faenet can't stop zooming in on who eats what.
Rhiannan says saucily to Kazra, "If you set the table on fire again I swear I'll hex your underwear."
Kazra snarks, "You assume I wear any." Rhiannan laughs loudly, almost snorting her drink out of her nose.
Torvax growls approvingly "Chaos is foreplay."
Mo (shoveling cake): "Can someone please curse me with a metabolism like Reyna's? This isn't fair."
Nahlia (sipping ocean tea): "You could just go for a swim and cleanse your soul."
Mo: "Do I look like I do cardio, sweetie?"
Nyxar (to Nimra): "If we end up top three, I call the blood crown."
Nimra (deadpan): "Fine. I want the dagger throne anyway."
Rhiannan raises a goblet and toasts the survivors.
"You have earned your place at this table. But the real trials are only just beginning. Eat well. Laugh hard. Tomorrow, the goddess sets fire to your souls."
Cue dramatic music and 100,000 Faenet comments losing their shit.
The feast is roaring...goblets clink, plates overflow, and drunken laughter rattles the enchanted chandeliers. Rhiannan's at the head table, surrounded by her five lovers, the final ten warriors, and a buzzing Faenet audience who are eating up every second of the celebratory chaos.
And then....everything stops.
Three ethereal women step into the banquet hall, barefoot and glowing, wrapped in garments made of vines and silk, flowers blooming in their hair with every step. The room hushes. Even the musicians stop playing.
The goddess's energy pulses through the air.
Wood nymphs. Incredibly beautiful wood nymphs. Rhiannan grins in anticipation.
The tallest of the trio whispers, "We were led here."
The middle one says, "To him."
The tiniest one giggles and points. "Boom Daddy."
Every pair of eyes follows her finger to… Barrik fucking Stonevein, who looks like he's just been struck by divine lightning. His goblet falls from his hand. His jaw hangs loose. And then....
"MINE."
He roars like a goddamn beast, surging from his seat. The entire room erupts as the explosive commander dashes across the floor, scooping up all three women like they weigh nothing and tossing one over each shoulder and the third in his arms.
"I AIN'T WAITIN'. THEY'RE MINE. FUCK THE WINE. GOODNIGHT."
The crowd LOSES IT.
Faenet is melting down,
💬"BIG BOOMY BOY GOT HIMSELF A TRIOOO"
💬 "Did y'all SEE the cheeks on the tiny one? Barrik gonna DIE."
💬 "Goddess out here matchmaking better than Tinder on steroids."
💬"Blessed be the wood. Literally."
Rhiannan throws her head back laughing, clutching Liam's arm.
"I KNEW TONIGHT WAS GONNA BE GOOD! THE GODDESS ISN'T PLAYING AROUND!"
Arwen mutters, "Lucky bastard."
Kaleb snorts, "Three? That dwarf's gonna need a recovery rune."
Even Elisha chuckles. "He's gonna combust in more ways than one."
Mo throws a chicken leg at someone yelling "RUNES AND BOOBS 4EVER" from across the hall.
Barrik's final line before disappearing down the hall with his giggling, glowing nymphs...
"Y'all better not need me for anything till morning. Or next week. I got divine duties now."
Barrik didn't walk through the door, he exploded into the room, still carrying all three of his mates like trophies. His rune covered arms flexed under their weight, muscles straining, chest heaving.
"I don't even know your names," he groaned, "and I'd already die for you."
The tallest one tilted her mossy hair and smiled like a goddess who knew the exact type of destruction she brought.
"Auralyn. Vines grow where I scream."
The softest one cupped his jaw, her eyes glowing teal. "Nimya. I bless the wounded... and curse the wicked."
And the wickedly grinning one? She kissed his chest and bit his nipple, hard. "Thess. I'm the storm. Hope you like thunder."
He growled... full on, animalistic, and dropped to his knees, burying his face between thighs that smelled like honey and sin. They moaned, in sync, as vines wrapped around their wrists, floating them mid air.
He didn't make love to them. He worshipped. He conquered.
His beard dragged across skin slick with magic, his calloused hands gripping hips like they were weapons in battle. Tongues twisted, legs trembled. Three sets of nails carved runes into his back. He took every kiss like a command and returned it like a vow.
Auralyn's vines pinned him down...until he snapped them with a single growl and slammed her into the wall, lips devouring hers. Nimya rode his thigh, chanting breathless spells as Thess clawed her way down his chest.
"Three mates?" Barrik panted. "No one survives three mates."
"You're not 'no one,'" Thess whispered, grinding against his mouth. "You're ours."
And then....
Hands. Tongues. Moans and growls echoing like thunder through the stone walls.
Magic surged with every thrust, every bite, every cry of "Mine." The walls shimmered, the floor cracked. Faenet lit up as the castle itself shook, and someone in the comments shouted,
💬 "WHOEVER IS FUCKING IN THE WEST WING NEEDS TO CHILL OR PUT IT ON PAY PER VIEW."
Barrik shattered. And was reborn.