Scorched To Ash Beneath The Blazing Sun Novels & Stories

I tell them strictly. As the warriors press on, their footsteps echoing through the desolate landscapes, the once vibrant and bustling regions now lay barren and desolate. The absence of any signs of life is haunting, as if the very essence of existence has been wiped away. The scorched earth beneath their feet serves as a grim reminder of the devastation that has befallen these lands. The burn marks, like scars etched into the earth, tell a tale of destruction and chaos.

CHAPTER 62 — City of Ashes The light from Luca’s body burnt like a star collapsing. The storm above the city wasn’t just rain and thunder anymore—it was an inferno unleashed, lightning jagged and snapping like whips, scorching the streets below. I staggered backward, shielding my eyes from the brilliance. Wolf grabbed my shoulder, trying to anchor me to reality. “Riven… he’s… he’s lost it!” “Not lost,” I whispered, though my throat burnt with terror. “Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.”

KALA’S POV MEANWHILE: SOUTHERN FRONT The field burned around me—flames licking at the blackened husks of trees, smoke curling like demon breath into the storm-drenched sky. Rain hissed as it struck scorched earth, turning ash to sludge beneath my boots. I stood in the center of it all, my cloak nothing more than shreds clinging to my shoulders, my lips cracked and bleeding, and my eyes glowing like twin rubies carved from rage itself.

Pain flared where bark scraped raw skin. Dark spots flickered in his vision’s edges. Then the voice came again—silk wrapped in venom curling inside his head: “Run, or burn.” A sudden shaft of sunlight stabbed through the mist, striking his bare arm like a whip. The pain exploded. His skin hissed and blistered, curling back from bone-white beneath. A scream tore from his throat as hot fire seared every nerve. He dropped to the cold mud, clutching his arm as if to hold himself together.

He grabbed Julian’s arm, hauling him forcefully to his feet, and led him in a dead sprint directly into the dense, pitch-black forest surrounding the burning property. Automatic rifle rounds snapped through the wet pine branches above their heads as surviving shooters stationed on the upper ridge opened fire on the burning perimeter. Freezing rain lashed violently against Julian’s face, turning the steep forest floor into a treacherous, slick slope of mud, decaying leaves, and exposed tree roots. Julian stumbled twice, his knees bruising against sharp rocks, but Gabe’s iron grip on his arm kept him from falling into the dark abyss of the slope.

And before the living dead could attack Jack he successfully step his foot on the top of the building where the sun are right at where he was standing. All those attackers (living dead) that followed him were burnt to death. They came out one after another. All you can hear was the utterly sharp screeching moans while burning in pain. And then their body became thin and seeing their flesh gradually when their first layer of skin has been burn because of the heat of the sun. Jack gasped as he stared at those attackers (living dead) in front of him who were slowly dying because of the sunlight. He was standing right at the center on top of that building in the midst of the scorching heat of th

She clung to Cherish with such tenacity that she couldn't bring herself to let go. People on the opposite side of this realm, where Pag-asa inhabits, were in a state of utter fear. They rushed inside their houses and shut the doors behind them in order to get away from the scorching rays of the sun. Their plants started to rot and die, and their pets began to decompose and turn into a mush of fried flesh. There were even fires developing in some of the homes, and the threes were slowly igniting themselves, causing the whole area to become engulfed in flames.

We got separated in the chaos. Before I can snap at him, a sudden gust of wind howls through the broken windows, carrying with it the sound of shattering glass. A wave of searing heat engulfs the room, flames licking greedily at the walls as burning liquid sprays across the floor. My fur singes as the space erupts into a violent inferno. Molotov. They're burning the mansion down! No time to think.

I didn't feel the burn and my eyes didn't sting. "Does that mean I haven't become a vampire yet? Does it take days? How many days will it take for me to become like you?” He asked, "Am I burning under the sun?" "No." Thinking about that, I noticed him walking in the sun as if he didn't care. I asked him, "Is this some kind of evolution? Does this mean I can also randomly walk under the sun after I become a vampire?" He sighed and said, "You're not turning into anything."

They are getting closer. Just as Ash breaks through the tree line a fire ball crashed into the earth right next to him. He quickly jumps to the side and throws his head up to the sky. The moon is beginning to cry again and it's tears are like fire balls crashing into the earth. They are unpredictable where they land and they have no remorse for the casualties they cause. The falling fire balls light up a path for me and I can see smoke rising from the town square as more screams fill the night air. Not only are our people fighting for their lives, but now they have an uncontrollable flame bouncing all around them making it so much more difficult.