Book Scorched Earth Novels & Stories

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

​The countdown on the tablet was a relentless, glowing red pulse. ​59:59. ​59:58. ​"The Scorched Earth protocol isn't just a missile," Hestia said, her voice trembling as she analyzed the data packet. "It’s a satellite-targeted kinetic strike. 'Rods from God.' Tungsten pillars that hit with the force of a nuclear bomb but without the fallout. They’re going to vaporize this entire tectonic plate." ​"We can't get the ship out of the blast radius in an hour," Sofia warned, looking at the sluggish transport pod bobbing in the surf. "Not with forty-two children and a wounded crew."

The world burned. Flames roared across the ridge, devouring wood, stone, and flesh alike. The air grew thick with smoke, the heat blistering against my skin. Soldiers stumbled back, coughing, shields raised not against steel, but against the inferno itself. And through the fire, he came. Erebus.

And mrs cook was always happy to hand her a bowl of newly baked biscuits. Ann snacked on the biscuits while she enjoyed the scenery, the garden was the most peaceful place in the house other than the library. The sun was bright and fell lovingly on the flowers, making the scenery just as bright and colorful as a painting. She open her book, I mean Daphne book. Funny how Lord Richard had expected her to borrow and read his too. 'Lord Richard' she blushed at even the thought of his name.

I found the scorch marks the next morning, walking the perimeter of camp before anyone else was awake, and my stomach dropped at the sight of them. They weren't small. A ring of blackened grass stood out from where I'd stood the day before, wider than I remembered, wider than felt possible for the few seconds I'd actually held the fire, and at the edge of it, one of the old oaks Orion had warded our camp beneath stood scorched halfway up its trunk, bark curled and blistered like a wound.

With a single, explosive leap, Dante launched his massive frame through the wall of fire, carrying us out of the slaughterhouse lines and straight into the burning, chaotic heart of the Scrapper rebellion. The sovereign debt has broken the network, but the warships are firing blindly.

And he just keeps getting up and coming back for more. It almost looks like the tide of the battle is turning. He’s been using his earth element and has been slowly caging her in. She’s so focused on him, that she hasn’t seen what he’s doing behind her. Just as it looks like he’s about to win the battle, there’s a piercing scream that comes through the scry, just as a huge fireball flies at us. I yank Lilith away from the scry just as the fireball pierces through the scry, shattering it into pieces. The flaming ball lands in the middle of the floor and begins spreading. We jump to our feet, quickly putting a barrier around the fire before suffocating it by removing the oxygen from the enclos

The ground was scorching, and I tried to get up, but my back was broken, and I could not move. I could only watch as the sun cooked me. That kind of terror, most people could not handle it. Then, to make things worse, I saw Gavin and Jennifer eat me like I was a dried-up roast lamb. Snapping out of it, I realized my back was drenched. I put down my chips and gulped down a bottle of Earl Grey tea to calm down.

It was a perfect, closed-loop defense. ​The battle that followed was a symphony of fire and shadow. Killian led the Fire-Villagers in a counter-attack that was a masterpiece of prehistoric brutality. They used the new obsidian spears to pierce the mercury hulls of the Scout’s landing craft, the gold-tipped points shattering the Architect's technology as if it were made of thin ice. These weren’t the one-sided slaughters of the future I had seen in the Echoes. Here, in the ancient past, the Earth had finally grown its own teeth.

Apocalypse “Ugh.” I sighed, feeling nauseated of all the flower gardens this place has and sick of hearing those filthy birds sing all day. Scowling, I walked toward the edge of the forest. Feeling the cold air made me wish for more despair in it. It already felt like a heavy burden. I need the chaos to spread, to create destruction. Only then will the madness give me some rest. It’s getting harder to control. As soon as the thought passed through my head, it throbbed. Massaging my temples, I walked past the tree edge and entered the forest.