Scorched To Ash Beneath The Blazing Sun Novels & Stories

The sun, pale as it was, hit the mirrors. The light didn't just reflect, it intensified. A beam of pure, blinding white light slammed into the center of our procession. It hit Killian directly. He let out a sound I never thought I’d hear from him. A high, agonized scream. His shadow wolf, the massive black beast that lived beneath his skin, recoiled. The Northern Sun-poisoning was a mixture of concentrated UV light and atomized silver dust being shaken from the cliffs above. "Killian!" I lunged for him as he fell from the sled, his skin beginning to smoke.

Even the sand beneath my feet was scorching hot, already turned black and glassy from the intense heat. All I could see in every direction were dead bodies—hundreds of them, thousands maybe. Some were burned beyond recognition, others still had their faces frozen in expressions of terror and agony. The smell of burning flesh was overwhelming, making my stomach heave with nausea. Ashes rained from the sky like snow, covering everything in a gray blanket of death and destruction. I stumbled forward, trying to find some way out of this nightmare, some path through the carnage. My feet splashed through something wet and when I looked down, I realized I was walking through pools of blood.

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.

On the final day of our graduation trip, an extreme heat wave struck without warning. I was unfortunate enough to suffer heat exhaustion, but my girlfriend, Claire Whitmore, gave all the electrolyte water to her male best friend, Alex Sterling. “You’re usually in good health, and you know first aid. Just drink some bottled water and take a break. “But Alex is different. He’s always been physically weak. If he doesn’t replenish his electrolytes, something could go wrong.” Too dizzy to argue, I had no choice but to ask the other members of our group for help. Instead, they rolled their eyes at me. “Daniel Hayes, there’s a limit to how jealous you can get.” “Claire is just taking extra c

"Glad to know the Gods are with us." Am-Heh looked up sharply, giving a low growl. Beneath Ash, the floor began to bubble like molten metal, his clothing melting and fusing to his skin. Scrambling up Ash clawed at the smouldering fabric, a howl of pain cutting through the air as a loathsome odour left him.

Nevertheless, the happy ending that they thought would be easily achieved was still far away. The temperature gradually rose despite the sun not coming out yet. And just like how it happened in the past, Zev and Layla were trapped in the burning inferno as flames surround them in no time--- consuming the life of the forest. The agonizing howls and cries of two races battling against each other became louder, echoing through the burning woods and which reminded the alpha… everything just only started.

“The moon is perched high, and the path has been illuminated.” With a heavy heart, I gently lower my hand, allowing the flame to kiss the fragile bed of hay where Azra lies. It ignites with a fierce intensity, and Roman propels the boat upstream, guiding Azra on his last voyage. In mere moments, the flames consume the boat, illuminating the darkness as our alphas' form is reduced to nothing but ash.

But as we walked, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made me glance up at the sky. The sun, once a comforting presence filtering through the foliage, now seemed to burn with an intensity that I had never witnessed before. Its rays became harsh, biting into Draco's skin as if each beam carried the weight of a thousand flames. I gasped in horror as I noticed his body starting to melt away, like a fragile wax figure succumbing to the heat. "Draco! What's happening?" I cried out, my voice laced with fear. "Why is the sun hurting you?"

Despite the harsh conditions, I force myself forward, driven by the promise of reuniting with my loved ones Beyond the desolate landscape, I spot a towering volcano at the edge of the horizon, its fiery peak casting a menacing glow across the ashen plains. With each step closer to the volcano, the air grows hotter, making every breath feel like a fire in my lungs. The ground trembles beneath my feet, sending plumes of smoke and ash into the air.

The scorching heat pressed against my skin, a reminder of the relentless destruction that raged around me. Amid the fiery chaos, I caught a glimpse of Kimora, her figure illuminated by the flames. She moved with purpose, her eyes locked on mine, a mixture of determination and sorrow in her gaze. But before I could reach her, the flames seemed to engulf her, the fire swallowing her form until she was lost to the inferno. "No!" I screamed, my voice breaking with anguish as I reached out futilely towards her. The ground beneath me trembled, and I stumbled, my movements sluggish as if the very air was resisting my attempts to escape.