Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

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.

Anyone within range will be incinerated and those along the boundaries will be blinded. The reason it is used only as a last resort is because this attack cannot be repeated. It is suicide because afterward, the celestial is so weakened that even the most powerful among us will petter out and die. For a fire to burn brightly it needs fuel, and when a star has used all its fuel it falls from the heavens, landing with a crash, burning brightly one last time only to turn into a ball of lead. Supernova. “Mother,” I whisper as I close my eyes. Even below the surface as I am, I can still be burned. I carry my last vision of them both, the two women I love more than anything, leaving me in pain.

He shouted. The way his face contorted made my heart squeeze and then begin to pound. He looked like he had witnessed the world’s worst horror. Tears even filled his eyes and I could hear his heart pounding louder than mine. Why this reaction? “Cass, it’s no big deal.” I made my tone softer. “It’s just a scar I got when I fell into the rose bushes in the past,” I repeated Doctor Lorenzo’s diagnosis. “Does it make sense for these scars to come from a simple fall?” He held my hands tighter. “These are deep wounds that could not heal on time. It has nothing to do with falling into a rose bush! Tell me, how did this happen!? Who did this to you?”

I frantically reload, silver bullets slippery between my fingers. “MOVE, ALAINA!” Edith screams. Too late. The rogue lunges. I brace myself, eyes shut... And a sickening thud echoes in the dark. Silence. When I open my eyes, time stops. He’s standing still, his head severed from his body. The corpse drops with a heavy crash, the ground beneath it trembling. And there, sword in hand, blood dripping down his wrist... Adrian. He drops the sword beside the body and lifts the head by its scruff. The rogue’s eyes are still faintly twitching.

​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."

Upheld by my family, rooted in the legacy my mother had died protecting, I clenched my fists and spoke with a voice that rolled across the ocean and echoed in the mountains on both shores: “BOW TO THE ROYAL MOON!” And the core collapsed inward. The supernova did not explode outward. It folded, contracted, surrendered—drawn into the golden vortex of my mark, purified, transmuted, tamed. The terrible blinding white softened into a gentle rain of gold and emerald light that drifted down over the Sacred Coast like blessing. Where the earth had been charred and black, tender green shoots pushed through the ash. Where soldiers lay bleeding in the trenches, their wounds sealed shut beneath the glow

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.