Scorch Marvel Novels & Stories

Red Blaze stared at Ava with an amused expression on his face and laughed, "but he is dead, darling. Killed by your very own hands. Did you really think that the substance I gave you was just a simple pack of coke? I only told you that in order to get you to cooperate with me. That pack contained Scorpion's brand of coke, yes. However, it had been mixed with snake venom and other poisonous elements. As long as Black Scorpion snuffed it and took it into his system, there is no way out for him. He cannot survive it and whatever any doctor does to revive him is futile. Tears dropped from Ava's eyes as she realized how foolish she had been to trust Red Blaze. The latter laughed again and said, "

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

With a smirk of satisfaction, she deflected his final fireball with ease, before countering with a display of her own power—She conjured a stream of fire, reminiscent of the display Thrystan had once performed on the streets of Wyrm. However, unlike his, hers lacked the intricate form of a dragon's head, instead manifesting as a raw, unbridled torrent of flames. With precision and finesse, she directed it towards Jagger, but he deftly redirected the fiery onslaught, showcasing his own mastery over flame. It became evident that she was a Scorcher, wielding the element with formidable skill.

The luxurious condo, once a symbol of our love, now resembled a tomb for our broken promises. The gentle radiance of the light only added to the haunting atmosphere, reflecting the devastating truth that was unfolding before me. Their blatant disregard for their surroundings only compounded the pain of betrayal that pierced my heart. My heart raced as my eyes widened in shock. Time seemed to slow down as I processed the heart-wrenching scene before me. Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ+ •*.』 SCARLETT GROWLED AS HER OCEANIC EYES WERE ENGULFED INTO BLOODSHOT FIERY RED ORBS.

More and more of my tears fell as I watched Rogen step forward and take hold of his mate, pulling her away before he gave the order for the execution to be carried out. My words tore out of me, urgent and desperate. "She's playing you, Rogen. You have to see that. You have to believe me." When he turned to face me, there was nothing but raw anger in his eyes. "Some nerve you have to still accuse her after everything you've done." He looked past me, jaws clenched. "Set the fire." Instantly, heat enveloped me, flames licking my skin as they rushed through the spilled gas to meet me. I screamed, the smell of my pain and flesh as it burned, commingling the air to form a gut-wrenching fragrance.

POV: Scarlett Smoke still curled lazily into the morning sky, carrying the acrid scent of scorched metal and melted circuitry. Behind them, the Genesis facility lay in ruins, broken walls folding inward like dying embers, twisted steel and ash settling into an uneasy silence. Scarlett stood frozen amid the debris, dust clinging to her clothes and skin. Her lungs still burned from the desperate sprint. Her hands trembled at her sides. But none of it mattered next to Victor’s words, which echoed louder than the explosion itself.

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Renee" I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

“I swear, every time I see you two together, I feel like holding up a match to see if it catches. Electricity and flame, man. You two are smoking.” She blushed, and Scars gave her a sexy little wink. “Want to hold up a match, baby?” he asked her. “See if we make fire?” She laughed, shook her head with affection. Scars’ cell phone rang then, and he glanced down at the number. He moved away from the bar, said to Zoe, “I’ll just take this, OK?” “Sure,” she said, taking a big swig of mercifully-alcohol-free Coke. “I’ll just sit here and be ruthlessly and relentlessly teased."

ALARIC The hallways of Valemont Hall fell silent as I strode in, my mate cradled against me. Her scent was faint, her breathing shallow. The blood smeared across her skin filled my mouth with the taste of iron, and every step I took pressed fury deeper into my bones. Servants lowered their heads, guards stepped back, and the heavy chamber doors opened before me. I carried her straight into my chambers and laid her on my bed, her body looking far too small against the dark furs. My jaw clenched as I saw the cuts on her arms, the dirt marring her cheeks. She looked as though the world itself had tried to break her.