Scorch Supernova の小説・ストーリー

There is nothing else around me but the source. It's a long and winding whisp, a red breeze. It wraps around my finger, gently, crawling up my arm, breathing into my heart, filling up my head. It tightens on my ring finger, and I reach out to grab it. It pulls me, hard, and I cry out, shocked that the pain is real and not imagined. Bright colors rush back to me and I grab onto the first thing I see, and it is Imperator Seth. I know it is him before I see him by the smell of his sweet cologne, and when my eyes flit up from the floor, to see his mouth pierce my skin.

the High-Alpha whispered, his body dissolving into shadow. ​But as the Second-Sun began to destabilize, the "Atmospheric-Scour" didn't stop. It accelerated. ​"Leo! The engine... it’s not stopping!" Ren screamed. "It’s 'Going-Nova'! It’s going to take the whole planet with it!" ​Leo looked through the breach in the hull at the Earth below. He saw the Silverwood, Neo-Tokyo, and the billions of people they had tried to save. ​He looked at his hand, his human hand.

… Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination. A massive meteorite had fallen on Earth and was now sitting on the peak of a mountain, transmitting its destructive radiation down through the roots of the trees and contaminating all nearby water sources on Earth. The apocalypse had happened because of this meteorite. Octoria, one of the major countries, had launched missiles at it, intending to shatter the meteorite before it entered the Earth's stratosphere. However, they hadn't known then that the meteorite would turn out to be so hard and dense.

The crater was a jagged, mile-wide wound in the earth, the soil fused into black glass by the sheer heat of the Kinetic Impact (the energy released when an object hits the ground at high speed). A plume of acrid, yellow smoke rose from the center, smelling of burnt hair and ancient, stagnant oil. At the heart of the pit lay the Scavenger-Dreadnought.

Luna's voice rose to a shout, her aura flaring. It was a mere flicker of her former power, but it was enough to send the omegas scrambling for the door. Marissa shot her one last venomous look before they vanished, their footsteps hurrying down the hall. The moment they were gone, Luna's legs gave out. She collapsed on the vanity stool, her hands shaking violently. The brief surge of power had cost her dearly and nausea returned with vengeance. She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins.

“From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves” One by one, I watched their heads bow in reverence. It was supposed to feel nice but it didn't. I ignored the holes that Sabrina was burning into my head. If I thought this was somewhat over, then clearly I was just being delusional.

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

—the last piece of Thorne-Ares technology she would ever use. The effect was a "Neural-Shattering." The Wild-Tether "Screamed"—a sound that was heard not by the ears, but by the "Marrow" of every living thing in the solar system. The five-mile spire of "Glinting-Metal-Chitin" began to "Liquefy." The "Mirror-Sombra" tried to hold on, its dark tendrils lashing out at the atmosphere, but the "Kinetic-Collapse" was too fast.

Suddenly, the ancient obsidian altar behind my back let out a sharp, deafening PING. The silver runes along the sacrificial table ceased their steady glow. They violently exploded inward, releasing a massive, blinding supernova of lunar energy that completely obliterated the remaining shadows in the vault. The concussive shockwave of starlight was so immense it blasted the gray soot and winter powder into a massive, whirling hurricane that filled the entire chamber. I threw my arms over my face, my vision short-circuiting as the air in the tomb skyrocketed in pressure, turning into a freezing vacuum that cut off my air.

Steam erupted. It didn't hiss; it screamed. A violent, scalding release of pressure that punched the air. The cloud billowed outward, thick and white, carrying the heavy, wet heat of the earth’s bowels. To a thermal scanner, it would look like a biological signature. It would look like life. It would look like us. "That buys us six minutes," I stated. My brain instantly recalculated the odds, the numbers tumbling over each other. "Inefficient. But necessary."