James Dashner Scorch Trials Novels & Stories

“Curls!” “Well, well, well. Look who’s back,” Warrick says. The way he says it makes me uneasy. “Don’t you dare do anything to him. He’s my friend,” I say quickly. “He could be working with the enemy for all we know,” Garret says. “No. I’m not,” Dash says. “That’s why I’m here. I…we have things to tell you. We ran, and we were being hunted.” “We?” I ask, looking back as more men arrive holding James, and also Colt’s younger brother and sister, Miles and Bryn.

Woken by the scorching liquid splashing against her face, Cassandra’s eyes fluttered open. A slow turn of her head brought her face-to-face with a sight so horrific that her breath hitched, her pulse hammering in her ears. James. Lifeless. Unmoving. His body dangled like a ragdoll in Scott’s grasp, his neck still clenched in a vice-like grip. The dull gleam of a bloodied blade flashed with every brutal stab, the rhythmic squelching of flesh being torn apart filling the suffocating silence. Scott was relentless, as if draining James of every last drop of blood would somehow satisfy the madness consuming him.

A slow, dangerous gravity I couldn’t seem to fight against. I shook my head against the tide of thoughts, trying to drag myself back to the present as Ashleigh Dana called me for yet another round of magical refinement. The trials were only days away, and if I didn’t get myself together, no amount of mate-bond humming or balcony-staring would help me then.

I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook. She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table? “Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 7✨ . 😎Reece😎 I groaned as I roll on my bed trying to get some sleep but I couldn't. Not after seeing Nat in that state. She seemed so fragile in my hands as she cried, i'm guessing that maybe either she must have remembered something bad or she had a nightmare.

My heard was hurting a lot . I woke up trembling , sweating profusely and with tears in my eyes. Josy quickly woke up asking why I was tembling but I could not form words not even a letter could come out I was quivering and felt myself broken like glass which when broken could not be fixed .What have I done to deserve this ? Josy handed me a glass of water and I politely took it as I emptied it. I'm scared ,insecure, depressed,tired of living and a walking dead . I answered Josy with a hoarse voice .

Sebastian roared, running with everything he had left, though he knew he wouldn’t make it in time. And then The world exploded in light. A blinding, pure white radiance burst through the air, so fierce it forced every creature rogue and warrior alike to shield their eyes. The rogue let out a shriek, twisting and writhing in agony as its flesh burned under the brilliance. Within seconds, it collapsed, lifeless, smoke rising from its charred body. Silence fell. The glow faded as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only the faint shimmer of dust drifting through the smoky air.

Paul's POV: The second the last rogue disappeared into the trees, something inside me cracked open. My body trembled, and limb went heavy like it no longer belonged to me. The shouts around me became faint. Distant. My vision blurred. Then the world went dark.No warning. Just nothing. Until the flames came. Not flames that burned…but ones that consumed everything whatever comes in their way.