Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

All is left is the silver lines which is slowly disappearing as well. She scream at the burning sensation tcoursing don her body and the veins on her skin glows light blue. Tears of blood dripping down her chin and her bottom white dress is soaked with her blood. A ball of light shoots across her head and she screamed with all her might. In a flash, the light and energy around her was sucked into the whole in the ground and everything turns back normal. Eve body dove to the ground but Dante was quick to hold her body. Everyone was looking at each other with an astounded gaze.

I stared at her for a long moment, speechless. Slowly, my thoughts cleared. The suffocating weight in my chest lifted bit by bit. My gaze steadied, and in my peripheral vision, I caught sight of the brilliant sunset burning across the sky. I wasn't going to die. Even if I disappeared, they wouldn't grieve. The only ones who would truly be hurt were the few who actually cared about me.

Then—screech. A shrill noise of skidding tires. I turned my head. An unkempt black SUV surged backward from its position, shaking like a beast in chaotic fury. The driver's head sagged agonizingly against the rolled-down window, a half-empty bottle glimmering in his impotent hand. I could feel my blood freeze. He is drunk. The headlights lit my way as they appraised me; the SUV roared backward, too fast, too close. I was frozen to the spot, fear cementing my feet to the ground.

N O T E A scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is private. It is an implication of what lies beneath and within. Complete scar removal is not possible, but most scars will gradually fade over time. Scars are a natural part of the healing process. Most will fade although they never completely disappear. At times, emotions and memories are stored so well that they can’t be recalled on command. Alternately, the psyche veils itself with trauma that has left its mark and overcompensates to dissociate from trauma. The scar is a container and a

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Underground beneath the banter something was shifting,a new power rising built from betrayal and broken pieces,men who rule the dark are watching, because a daring attack like this with so many lives lost is a bold statement. The day was blurry for Scar,she drifted in and out of consciousness, battling her demons. Ethan remained by her side, offering reassurances and comfort when she needed them, cancelling every appointment for the day. “You think you are gorgeous” “Pin her down,mark her face,let's see if she'll still be confident with scars” Scar screamed in pain as they held her down a sharp knife marking her face. “Stop it, please” She screamed. “Lisa, Lisa”

Her hands were everywhere—on his hips, on his back, squeezing his shoulders. “Ann,” he moaned again. He couldn't hold off much longer. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't noble enough. He wasn't— “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” She convulsed beneath him, her body arching off the sofa as she screamed. Her fingers bit into his back, nails raking his skin, but he didn't care. All he knew was that she'd found her release, and it was good, and for the love of God, he could finally...

She crumbled down to the floor, dead. Mariam screamed in horror and bent down to scoop Parvina in her arms, the tears flooded down her cheeks as she held Parvina's head close to her chest and she cried in pain. Saadiya fell to the floor on her knees, she looked at Parvina's face in shock and in horror, the tiny hole in the middle of her forehead pooled out blood. Her hands shook when she reached out to hold Parvina's hand. She didn't want to believe what just happened.

Scout (raising a dagger): “No. But it will stop the awakening.” He lunges. She stumbles back, slipping on the stone. Her hand scrapes along a jagged edge—blood blooms. Her crimson streaks spiral into the water. Ceres (gritting teeth): "Stop—!" Suddenly, the entire spring flares red. Steam hisses. Boiling bubbles rise. The scout falters—then screams as the water surges like molten lava. His armor glows. His skin peels. Within seconds, he's ash.

She reached for the emergency release on her harness, but her fingers were numb, the sapphire scars on her skin glowing a faint, dying blue in the moonlight. "I can't reach the pull-chord! The spin is too fast!" Nomo’s voice was a jagged rasp over the comms. He was a few feet above her, a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the exploding flagship. The Seraph’s Sorrow was a spectacular ruin behind them. It descended like a dying star, trailing plumes of iridescent gold smoke and silver fire. As Sofia watched, the main reactor finally detonated, a silent white bloom that illuminated the entire sky for a hundred miles. The shockwave hit them seconds later, a wall of force that sent them spi