The Scorch Trials Amazon Novels & Stories

“You’re bleeding out.” Victor tried to smirk, but the color had already drained from his lips. “Just a scratch.” "You idiot," Aaron repeated, low and urgent. “That wasn’t just a beast, it was corrupted. Its claws were poisoned.” Before Victor could reply, a deafening crack of thunder split the sky. Rain began to pour, cold, relentless, seeping into cloth and metal. “We need shelter,” Aaron said, already supporting him. “Come on.” They found it in the cleft of a cliff, a narrow cave, dark and dry.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Elena sat on her favourite chair at Amigo Garden right beside the waterfall. She picked the tiny pebbles around her throwing them into the waterfall, watching them drown. It had always been something that managed to take her mind off things temporarily. It was like watching her troubles drown with the stone. Her backpack was still hugging her tightly as she was still in her uniform. The day’s events kept on replaying in her mind. “Elena," Luke called out walking over. He was still in the outfit from earlier- dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt except that he now had a black hoodie on too.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

she said, handing them to me. Each one had golden letters, elegant and gentle: I am enough. I am not defined by my scars. I am light. I am strong. I am beautiful inside and out. I am worthy of love and peace. I am becoming the woman I was meant to be. “Evelina got these for me,” she said softly. I read them slowly, then looked at her. “Do you believe them?” She hesitated. “I want to.” Her voice was small. “Do you think I’m beautiful?”

Screaming. A woman… She was beautiful. Elegant. Long black hair. Brown eyes filled with tears. Bold red lipstick. She was reaching out to me. Who was she? Why… why did she look like me? Then— something strange happened. The cold vanished. My body… felt hot. Too hot. And then… A voice in my head. “Help! Someone help me, please…” More flashes. A grand ballroom. Fire. Screams. A mirror shattering. A voice screaming my name—

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.

A scar ran down his chest, curved and brutal like something had been ripped out of him. “You carry what was mine,” he said. “I carry what was given,” Aria replied. “You don’t even know what it is.” “I don’t need to. I know it’s mine now.” The Sealed Alpha smiled, slow and cruel. “Then prove it.” The ground shifted beneath her feet. Fire erupted in a circle. Wolves appeared ghosts of the past. All of them carried marks. All of them bore hatred. The Sealed Alpha raised a clawed hand. “Survive the Trial of Flame and Blood, and I’ll give you answers. Fail… and you burn.”

The rider felt fear so deep his hands that gripped the handlebars shook intensely, he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The flames were blazing as Scar dismounted his bike in a hurry, the rest of the riders were close behind him and were picking up Myers without a second thought, leaving Scar to search the lot for his girl. Men and woman stood looking at the flames in sadness, some with tears in their eyes but that didn't phase Scar. He needed to know where she was. Though, that was when Scar took a good luck at the great inferno. It was Lani's shop.