Scorched Novels & Stories

Rissa would burn from the inside out. The flame the Scourge feared would become her funeral pyre. And the world would forget her name for good. In the quiet places, in the spaces between shadow and breath, the Scourge waited patient, relentless, hungry. They were the rot beneath the roots, the cold under the skin, the whisper of death carried on a frozen wind. The hunt had only just begun.

Mira added. Serena felt it immediately. The pressure. The pull. A voice brushing against her mind—her own voice, but spoken in reverse: “Live to burn. Burn to live.” She shook it off. “We move together,” she said. “No one separates. No matter what you hear.” They reached the heart of the valley by midmorning. And there it was. The Scar. It was not a gate. Not anymore. It was a tree, or what was left of it—massive, scorched, hollow at the core. Twisted branches like claws stretched toward a pale sky. Its roots burrowed deep into the blackened soil, steaming faintly with the remnants of power.

Scout ran at him again, crashing into him and getting burned but effectively stopping the spell. Scout rolled, regaining his feet and then dodged a firebolt that the witch sent to us. It left a deep scar in the earth, the ground black and smoking where it landed. Toby danced around, looking for an opportunity to attack but watching the firebolts that the witch was now flinging at random, trying to catch me with a lucky strike.

Chase shot out backward like a cannonball and crashed hard into a tree. "Bastard!" Chase struggled to stand. There was a dent in his chest, and it felt like his internal organs were squashed. He was in great pain. "Either you or I will die today, Chase Collins!" Scoot grunted coldly. The vital energy in his body boiled, forming a burning golden flame that scorched the plants all around him. He leaped into the air and raised his blade high. The blade was burning furiously, powerful heat emanating from it.

Under everyone's frightful gaze, every bone in Jasper's body suddenly shattered without warning, and he heaved his very last breath. It frightened Avery so much that she passed out immediately. I managed to locate the experiment results in one of Sasha's toys. However, I couldn't even thank him for it because his entire room was now a radioactive hazard that was quickly contaminating the rest of the place. I remained at the research center for two more months before finally perfecting the rest of my experiment. Everyone cheered and celebrated on the day the meteorite was finally removed. Meanwhile, the sight of Jasper's dead body has shocked Avery so much that when she woke up again, she had

You’ve got to be kidding me. Seconds, seconds, seconds. Tic. Tic. Tic. Go. Scars took a deep breath and shot to his feet, paused long enough to cover Keira more securely with the damp shirt, then ran back through the now-blazing office. Through the main tattoo work space, where jagged, burning pieces of ceiling were falling like snow, setting the lower legs of his jeans aflame. He hunched his whole body and gathered Keira to his chest as he ran, feeling chunks of wood and plaster hit his broad back, fire burning through his shirt, searing his skin, but he barely felt it and he didn’t slow, not even a little bit. Scars just nailed his eyes on a tiny sliver of bright blue sky that he saw thirt

They’re not gone. I can feel them, out there in the wounded dark. The Consensus, a flickering, troubled diamond, its perfect logic still scratching at the unsolvable paradox we fed it, licking its wounds. The Wild Gardener, a tangle of broken thorns and muted fury, coiled back in the chaotic edges, nursing its rage. The escaped concepts, scattered like shrapnel, embedding themselves in the fabric of distant realities, little seeds of future trouble. The Scar… the Scar just is. A quiet, hungry mouth. They are wounded. Humbled. But not defeated. Never defeated.

“You were never alone. I came for you. I’ll always come for you.” For a moment, Rose’s glow flickered. Her eyes softened and her lips parting. Then Monroe whispered one last word and the fire lashed outward. Enoch shoved Elena aside, taking the brunt of it. He hit the ground with a scream, light ripping from his body as the flames consumed him. “ENOCH!” Elena’s cry tore through the cavern. Rose staggered, horror breaking across her face but Monroe’s grip held her steady. “Good girl,” he murmured.

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

And yet, even as he radiated power, there was something about the way his eyes flicked to me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked. Then it hit me. A scent drifted across the room, faint but unmistakable, cedarwood and smoke, warm and sharp, seeping into my skin. My heart lurched, my wolf stirring from the fog of pain. Mate. The word brushed against my mind, soft but undeniable. Iris purred. "This handsome man… he’s ours" . I blinked at him, a flicker of something like recognition sparking even through the haze. My lips parted, but no sound came out.