Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

Every breath. The final resonance was cataclysmic yet gentle like the birth of a star. A supernova wave of golden-emerald ecstasy exploded outward, not as destruction, but genesis. New realities blossomed by the thousands. Each one carried the memory of this pleasure, the promise of the crucible, the eternal invitation to burn brighter together.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

"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.

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.