Scorch Marvel Novels & Stories

“I need to calm down! I have to do this! I need to do it!” Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and calmly several times and then opened them again, wiping her hands on a tissue and then re-starting the Discovery’s engine. Hiring this four-wheel-drive was such a great choice… From the plans and other papers J.J. had given her to study, Veronica knew the Discover is going to be useful for traveling over the rugged terrain and the overgrown driveways that surrounded Elsinore Hall. Veronica also chose this car because, as she had discovered in the past, a large sturdy off-road vehicle often provided a boon for transporting the odd ‘find’ she came across when scouting around looking for materia

He ordered and the rest of the assassins walked into the room. Omar held out his sword and stepped in front of Mariam and the girls to shield them but Mariam was quick, she ran forward with a shout and slid across the smooth marbled floor, the material of her outfit eliminating all friction to give her an easy slide, she unsheathed two swords in the process. The assassin who had stepped forward swung his sword at her but he wasn't fast enough, she brought her hand up in a powerful swing and the sword sliced the air, his arm fell away from his body and he shrieked in horror and pain. Without giving him time to recover, she stood up, now standing behind him and swung her sword again, her next

A face of shock ripples through Troy as well, almost matching the orc’s look. Mudbrew’s left palm is placed on the protected chest of the orc and the right on is placed on the chest of the fire prince. On each of his palms are scribed runes embedded with the steel material that he wears. The rune is the same shape as a diaphragm of a bear which adds force to a formula. Purple ignition of arcane power surges through his armor and fingers then without fail, a forceful push of arcane energy blasts the two apart, separating them. The left side of Scar’s armor is crushed in the process, as the general applied enough force to do so whereas, with Troy, he only applies enough to push him back. “That

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.

Scott Omoregbe, codename Scorch, the one everyone calls The Questioner, his sole purpose outside aiding and managing David’s central processor was to brutally torture the enemies of the boss, Olalekan. The devil’s glint shone through his goggles. Wale wished he could see Trix’s face and not the face of this punisher. He wished for so many things right now. But more than anything, he wished for the thorn-like air to stop piercing his lungs and artilleries, that blood stopped pinching his eyes. Everything danced before his eyes. Wale used the last of his strength and said, “Scorch.” “Yeah.” Scorch and his bludgeon were covered in blood.

"He underestimated the 'flaw' in his design. He thought emotions were weaknesses he could program out. He didn't realize that love is the only variable you can't predict." "He's still trying to control the narrative," Marcus said, entering the room with a stack of secure tablets. "Even from his cell, Thorne is moving assets. He’s initiated a 'Scorch' protocol. He’s trying to bankrupt Ares Global and the Vance Estate simultaneously. If he can’t own the legacy, he’ll burn it so no one else can have it."

Please. *Answer me.* The Scorchmark *cracked.* Not breaking. *Opening.* A seam appeared in the black glass. Widening. And from within— *Light.* Not silver. Not red. *Both.* Intertwined. Spiraling. *Beautiful.* The light surged upward. Coalesced. And when it faded— A blade remained. Hovering above the crack. Waiting. It was *magnificent.* The metal was dark—almost black—but traced with veins of silver and crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat.

★★★★★ ROME~HOTEL* Blaze came out from the backdoor as a car pulled up in front of him. He quickly hopped into the car to meet Hellcat and Venom already. Venom furrowed his brows on noticing something. "Where's scar!" He asked. "She isn't here yet!" "Scar is in trouble, the Blood Vessels already surrounded her!" Vixen voice came from the pods. "What the fvck......" Venom cursed and stepped down from the car and blaze followed. Hellcat stayed behind as the other two went back into the hotel. * Meanwhile, Scar was still at the staircase as Roberto's men surrounded her. She clamps her lips together and held the suitcase tightly.

Scorch howls in agony, then roars at the creature who just killed his mate. “Justice, I need to help him!” I struggle to keep my voice calm. “You can’t fight a werebear alone!” Scorch makes a strange squealing sound that turns into a man groaning. I have to help him. I can’t let him die. “I can’t sit here like a coward.” I stand up, but immediately double over again as the pain burns anew.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.