Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

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

he murmured. Grayson dragged Elena back as the cavern shook, the strange old machines whirring to life. And the runes along the walls flared red. Damien cursed. “He’s waking something. Something worse than the beast.” Monroe’s smile widened. “Welcome to the heart of Eclipse.” The ground split under them, a blinding core of molten light erupting from the depths. Elena screamed Enoch’s name again, reaching for him through the fire. "I’m sorry.” Rose whispered as tears burned down her glowing face. And the cavern collapsed in a thunderous roar, swallowing them all into the light.

"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.

The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby. Suddenly, words appeared on the door, and he understood that a part of the prophecy had been fulfilled. He entered the room and saw the new parents gazing lovingly at their baby girl. They were startled when they saw the seer approach their child, but he placed a bracelet on her and declared her a supernova. "But the supernova died a thousand years ago!" the father exclaimed. "Yes, but your child is different," the seer explained. "There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her."

Gavin grabbed the glass and drained it in one go, even licking the last drops from the sides. After a long pause, he finally asked, "Wesley, do you believe someone can be reborn?" "You must be dreaming," I said. He took a deep breath. "No, I'm serious. There is a scorching apocalypse on the way, and Jennifer... she was with someone else!" I gave him a nudge. "Stop talking nonsense." Gavin tried to calm me down and continued his story with great emotion. That night, I had the ring ready and had set up a romantic scene with Gavin's help, all set to propose to my girlfriend Jennifer.

Please. *Answer me.* The Scorchmark *cracked.* Not breaking. *Opening.* A seam appeared in the black glass. Widening. And from within— *Light.* Not silver. Not red. *Both.* Intertwined. Spiraling. *Beautiful.* The light surged upward. Coalesced. And when it faded— A blade remained. Hovering above the crack. Waiting. It was *magnificent.* The metal was dark—almost black—but traced with veins of silver and crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat.

"They’re hunting for me… the Scorchborne. They’ve arrived at the temple ruins. And they’ve awakened something in the core of the crater. Something ancient. Something that should not awaken." Kai’s jaw tightened. "We require more information. What precisely did you witness?" But Luna was not concentrating on him anymore. Her gaze rose to the sky — to the moon that hung lower than usual, dimmer, as if its light was being drained. “It’s feeding on the moon,” she murmured. “Whatever they awakened… it’s utilizing the moon’s energy to grow.” Rowan muttered under his breath. “They’re attempting to weaken you.” Luna nodded slowly. “And they’re succeeding.”