Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

Coughing and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear his vision. When the room finally began to clear, Damon could see Scar leaning over the table . In front of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the flames died and she reached inside. He held his breath, half-expecting her to gasp with pain, but when she pulled her hand out again, her pale skin was unmarred. She held something in her hand that he couldn’t quite see and he watched with a furrowed brow as she placed it on the end of her tongue. Closing her ice-blue eyes, she swallowed whatever the object was and her own bro

"Charging primary Void-Cannon. Targeting the Kunlun-Ark." The center of the obsidian nightmare began to glow with a blinding, concentrated violet light. A beam of that size wouldn't just break the Dome; it would vaporize the mountain and drill to the planet's core. "Scarlett, that cannon is going to melt us!" Caleb roared over the comms, tearing a Void-Hound in half with his bare, rune-enhanced hands. Scarlett stared at the gathering energy in the sky, her amber eyes reflecting the deadly violet light. "Not if we break their firing sequence."

the leader screamed over the roar of the water, "then he will burn in the light of the first dawn!" He twisted the top of the canister. A blinding, searing beam of concentrated solar energy erupted from the device, a Solar Flare, a weapon designed by the Council specifically to incinerate creatures of the night. It wasn't fire, it was pure, distilled sunlight, aimed directly at Calhoun’s back. "NO!" I screamed. I didn't think. I didn't calculate. Instead I threw myself in front of Calhoun. The light hit me like a physical blow. It felt like my skin was being peeled back, like my very marrow was boiling.

"Bring our empire into the light. Force the bloodline out." I throw my head back against his scarred shoulder, my silver waves tangling in his dark hair as I unleash the final, cataclysmic reserve of my hearth-fire. The gold-and-violet supernova in my eyes snaps open, blindingly bright, and a raw, triumphant roar echoes from my chest, perfectly synchronized with a subterranean howl that tears from Clyde’s throat. The room vibrates with a sudden, massive kinetic shockwave that shatters the candle jars along the basalt shelves, plunging us into a twilight illuminated only by the brilliant, magical discharge of our combined auras.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian. Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation 1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.

The Great Eclipse had begun. "Mother... look," Leo whispered, standing up with a grace that felt increasingly alien. He pointed toward the horizon. The wreckage of the Spire lay scattered across the plains like the bones of a giant bird. But in the center of the debris, the shadow we had seen in the archives was growing. It wasn't smoke or fog; it was a physical manifestation of rejection, a creature of obsidian oil and weeping silver that towered over the hills. The Goddess of Scorn.

"Scopulus seems to have joined the Ruin Order! It's a hostile organization that goes against Star Alliance. The last I heard of them was when it got destroyed! How did they get a Destroyer-class spaceship?" For the first time, Felix felt helpless. His martial arts and soul techniques were useless against a Destroyer-class spaceship. "Is there truly no other way?" he asked. Immediately, a staff member reported in a shocked voice, "This is bad. The opposing spaceship has activated its energy cannon. We will be destroyed in T-minus five minutes!" The energy cannon needed exactly five minutes to accumulate the energy. Once it had been completed, one shot could destroy any planets, not to mention

The photosphere was as bright as a scorching sun. Scitalis was taken aback by the photosphere's power. The previous fierce battle with Dax had already depleted his strength. He did not dare to resist at that point, with Chester and Debra joining forces. Scitalis tried to flee amid the chaos, but it was too late. Boom! The photosphere slammed into Scitalis in an instant, causing a roar. Scitalis spat blood from his mouth, and his massive body was thrown outward. Chester and Debra exchanged glances. Without hesitation, their internal energy erupted, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Scitalis.