Flashpoint Spike Novels & Stories

The people watching online immediately went into a frenzy after hearing what Lorraine said. Flooding the chat with comments about her being a mistress was a given, while others doxed her, calling her phone directly. On top of that, a hacker managed to hack into her live video feed, shouting at her directly. "You shameless woman! How could you be so self-righteous about stealing someone's husband? Society nowadays has progressed too much! Someone like you should be burned on a stake!" At the same time, Lily and Johnny's phone numbers were leaked too, and they started being spammed with calls.

she said to me and ran up the stairs as I started towards her. I caught up to her in our bedroom and I pinned her down on the bed, my hand already underneath her shirt. She laughed and then she kissed me slowly. When I pushed inside her, it felt like more than just our souls that were bonded together. It felt like my life force was mingling with hers and it was a feeling of power so strong that I didn’t even realize the flames that enveloped us as we moved together. Her orgasm triggered mine and the flames died out around us as my heart rate calmed and my breathing evened out. Adara was looking curiously at me. “That was the most intense it’s ever been.”

Alex, using his speed and agility, darted ahead, creating a path for the others to follow. They reached the top of the spire, where the Lightning Relic floated, surrounded by a halo of electric energy. Kai stepped forward, his hand outstretched to take the relic. As his fingers brushed the surface, the energy surged through him, filling him with power. But their victory was short-lived. The spire began to crack and crumble, the intense energy destabilizing the structure. The ground beneath them gave way, and they found themselves plummeting into the abyss below.

The Resolution of the Celestial-Inquiry A "Blinding-Indigo-Amber-Flare" erupted from the Avery-Arbor, traveling up through the "Spires of New York" and striking the "Orbital-Stations" with the force of a "Sovereign-Execution." The "Repo-Signal" didn't just stop; it "Inverted." The "Consortium-Prime" found themselves "Audited" by the very "Species" they tried to "Claim."

Jada roared, her prosthetic arm sparking as she slammed a fresh power cell into a heavy railgun turret. A split second later, the asteroid shuddered. A sound like a mountain shattering echoed through the bay as a Fenris boarding spike slammed into the iron hull, its diamond-tipped drill grinding through meters of solid rock and metal in heartbeats. Steam hissed, alarms wailed, and then the screech of tearing metal announced the breach. The hatch of the boarding spike exploded inward.

But they stood like a living wall, blocking our only exit, their silence more terrifying than any battle cry. "Up," I said, pointing to a platform of light that pulsed at our feet. My hand was shaking, and I gripped Kaden’s arm just to feel the solid reality of his leather bracer. "We have to think 'up'. The Spire responds to intent now, not effort."

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

First: general cognitive prompts. Stable. Second: border checkpoint audio playback. Minor spike. Expected. “Now council identifiers,” the doctor said quietly. The screen shifted. A recorded voice spoke a council member’s name. Linda’s neural activity jumped. Sharp. Her fingers twitched slightly against the armrest. “Spike,” the technician confirmed. “Again,” the doctor ordered. Another name. Another spike. “Clearance codes,” the doctor said. A sequence of authorisation numbers played. The spike intensified.

The Axis coils tight, vibrating against my ribs, furious at being restrained from protecting me the way it knows how. “I am choosing,” I say through clenched teeth, voice shaking, “not to respond.” The telemetry flattens. Dead still. The chamber goes silent. I sag against Rowan, every muscle trembling. “This,” I whisper, “is what consent looks like when power is real.” Someone cuts the feed. Too late. Enemy POV: The spike failed. She didn’t flare. She didn’t collapse. She internalized. That was not in the model. Public response is fracturing unpredictably. Sympathy metrics rising. Coalition credibility dropping.

Hearing voices, I ducked as a flashlight made its way through the parking lot accompanied by deep voices I presumed was security. When they finally passed, I lay back against the chair, a hand over my forehead, shaking my head. What the hell just happened? What the FRICKIN HELL just happened? My brain kept asking these delightful questions over and over and over again. I glanced down at the camera bag, reaching out to take it. Flipping through the footage I replayed the last scenes. Everything had been recorded except me, it seemed I knocked the camera down in my panic and now only a shadowed form of me was seen pulling out Justin from the water. Sighing I glanced down at my ripped shirt the