Scorch Supernova Novels & Stories

Her brain can't understand what was happening, it was in absolute chaos. But she just knew one thing: she wants out. I want to live. I want to live. Let me out. Let me out! But before she knew it, [Bang!] She'll never see the sun rising up again. —

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.

I realize that somewhere back in time, a giant supernova must have exploded. “How long?” I shout to Ingoran, realizing the rest of our team is still encased in their capsules. Ingoran finally tears his eyes from the visual. “Minutes, maybe twenty.” “Can they penetrate?” “I don’t know; it depends on their substance.” Several large, spinning, iron-like objects appear on a collision course—luminous blue plasma trails follow in their wake.

"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.”

"Forty minutes, sir. But the winds are picking up." "We don't have forty minutes," Elena said, her engineering mind switching into survival mode. "Killian, look at the schematic. The only way to stop a Scorch protocol is a physical override at the Atuabo Relay. But the relay isn't in London. And it isn't in Ghana." "Then where is it?"