Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

Holding the Scorch at bay in small, precious circles around us. It costs them. Their nose bleeds silver. Their left eye won’t stop weeping light. I want to tell them to stop. To rest. But the air ahead shimmers with the Stone Heart’s pulse, and every step forward makes my corrupted arm throb in sick harmony. We’re running out of time. The core isn’t what I expected. Not a machine. Not a weapon. A heart . Vast and veined and pulsing, jutting from the earth like a broken rib of the world itself. Null-energy radiates from it in visible waves, each pulse spreading the Scorch further.

"Not good!" In the blink of an eye, Zephyr Khan suddenly narrowed his eyes, because he had already guessed the reason from the Scorching Sun Flame's performance. Self-detonation! That's right, it was planning to detonate itself! When any creature was in danger and unable to contend against it, the only option left was to perish together. It was obvious! This was the plan of the Scorching Sun Flame! It tried to gather all the fire-attribute energy, and then burst out a round of power that was far beyond the power of the eruption of the volcano before, trying to perish together with the human who tried to refine it.

Every time he struck, the violet-and-gold sparks created miniature sun-flares. But the real threat remained Solaria. The Sun-Forge was recalibrating. The city in the distance began to glow with a terrifying, deepening orange. They were preparing a second, wider beam—a "Scrubbing-Light" that would vaporize everything in a five-mile radius, including their own Interceptors, just to kill the Great Engine. "We aren't going to make it to the other anchors in time," Mara’s voice crackled in Audrey’s ear-piece from the bridge. "Mother, the Sun-Forge is at 90% capacity. You have to get back!"

I finally give up and just lay back against the tub deciding to just let it be for now. My mind drifts back to the night's events. I start back tracking my conversation with the sexy galactic soldier, and Immediately start criticizing myself for not having a better attitude during the conversation. I want to shake it off, but for some reason I get trapped on his facial expressions but most of all his hypnotizing eyes the intense feline like almond shapes seem to burn into my mind teasing me; the warm hazel glow drawing me in holding my attention with their seductive stare.

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.

The suffocating feeling of drowning on the ground also disappeared instantly, and most of the Icing air around them dissipated. Everyone looked up in surprise and doubt. They immediately saw a ball of purple flame, like a comet sweeping across the sky, shooting toward them from afar. The surrounding void was crushed into pieces, causing explosions. "Demonic Beast!" Soon, someone found that the purple flame wrapped around a scorpion that was dozens of feet long. This purple flame came from the Demonic Scorpion. Although they had not yet approached, the power that could burn through the earth and evaporate the sea rolled over.

"We are yet to find out, but I suspect they're Black Scorpions." "Black Scorpions? Are you sure?" Stallion inquired. "Yes, well....I think so. Andre Scorpion is awake and he may have made a few calls. Who else would dare?" "I see. Alright... Sniper will gather so many men in no time. Backup should be here soon. For now, take cover, and I'll eliminate the threat." The underling retreated into the house and took cover beside Bryce, who Stallion had already instructed to find a hiding place.

ELEANOR SINCLAIR I opened it and then, everything froze around me. It was difficult to believe the image I beheld, and even more so difficult to understand it, to make sense of it. And when my eyes eventually did, I let out a high pitched scream that ripped from my throat as though it tore through my soul.

intensity. When it was Ethan’s turn, the first "Sovereign" sled appeared on the ridge above. The scout didn't fire a "Kinetic" weapon; he launched a "Data-Flare"—a "High-Frequency" magnesium light that "Indexed" the entire gorge in a "Vain" white glare.