Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

Whitney pov "Argh " I screamed as a gush of pink smoke exploded from my experiment I was trying to make a potion that changes the colour of pearls but it ain't working. I sighed frustratingly wondering if I would ever get it right, it just keeps exploding "Hey Whitney don't bring this house down on us with your wack experiment " I heard my elder brother yell from downstairs I rolled my eyes. I took off my surgical mask and gloves and began clearing the table of broken glass tubes

Those words hit harder than any blow. Before Travian could respond, Soren screamed—a sound that tore through the clouds. His body convulsed violently, his pupils splitting into slivers of gold and black. A spectral blaze erupted around him, wrapping him in a halo of divine fire that scorched the air itself. The valley quaked. The mountain groaned. Then the sky broke open again, spilling torrents of light and thunder that shook the world. Travian reached for him, desperation in his voice. “Soren!”

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

The extinguisher had been released inside the building but Scorpion had set off another outside it. The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple as the assassin saw various firefighters- humans and robots, trying to put out the fire. Nothing inside was likely to survive the fire, Scorpion thought. The flames licked up in the air with the wind, trying to catch something else on fire, and finding nothing but air. It disappeared into the windy night, like disappointed flutters. As he ran the palm of his hand around the three day growth of his chin, he traced the ridge of an old scar. The memory of its origin caused him to wince. He quickly buried the thought and turned to the job i

"That version of Monroe–Helix, it’s different from anything we've seen. The DNA scan just pinged. It's not just him. There are others with him." "Other clones?" Grayson asked. "Not exactly. Hybrid constructs. They’re spliced from the Helix prototype and Sovereign weapon DNA," Rosa said, her face pale. "They're not just soldiers. They're engineered predators." A low rumble rocked the ground again, dust falling from the ceiling. "We have to evacuate the girls," Elena said. "Now." The bunker doors hissed open, and Elena rushed inside. Sophie and Rose were already waiting, huddled close, their eyes wide with fear.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

"Take it." One of the other men was already rifling through my jacket, pulling out my phone, my wallet. "Nice phone," he commented, scrolling through it. "Password?" "Go to hell." He shrugged and smashed it against my car's hood. The screen shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the concrete. "Like I said," Scarface repeated, pocketing my watch. "Nothing personal. But stay away from things that don't belong to you." They climbed back into their sedan and drove off, leaving me standing in my driveway, bleeding from a dozen small cuts from the broken glass.

More and more of my tears fell as I watched Rogen step forward and take hold of his mate, pulling her away before he gave the order for the execution to be carried out. My words tore out of me, urgent and desperate. "She's playing you, Rogen. You have to see that. You have to believe me." When he turned to face me, there was nothing but raw anger in his eyes. "Some nerve you have to still accuse her after everything you've done." He looked past me, jaws clenched. "Set the fire." Instantly, heat enveloped me, flames licking my skin as they rushed through the spilled gas to meet me. I screamed, the smell of my pain and flesh as it burned, commingling the air to form a gut-wrenching fragrance.

Vandel took out a pint of blood and drunk it heavly. “Fine. But your gonna need this” Vandal tossed two yellow balls to Scott. “What are these?” Scott asked. “Sun grenades. Perfect for killing any vamps that turn on you. Just remembers you only get to use each of them once.” “Thank you.” “Thank me by taking that spoil bitch out of power. Ever since her mom disappeared she’s been talking most of my proceeds?” “Now, I make a call” Moments pass as Vandel escorts Scott and Sardonyx outside the club in the princess granted.

"Even from his cell, Thorne is moving assets. He’s initiated a 'Scorch' protocol. He’s trying to bankrupt Ares Global and the Vance Estate simultaneously. If he can’t own the legacy, he’ll burn it so no one else can have it." Lucian turned to me, a dark, brilliant plan forming in his eyes. "He’s using the digital ledger. The same one Arthur used. But Thorne’s version is deeper. It’s tied to his heartbeat. If he dies, or if his pulse reaches a certain threshold of stress, the Scorch protocol accelerates." "Then we don't kill him," I said, stepping forward. "And we don't stress him out. We make him irrelevant. We show the world—and his followers—that the Architect is just an old man in a room