Flashpoint Spike Novels & Stories

Heat floods through my veins until I can feel it like lava pumping in my blood. The flames roar across the clearing, colliding with the nearest vines. They shriek and crackle as fire races along their lengths. Several immediately release their captives. “Get back,”I order. I need them far away from him if I’m going to defeat him, and I will. The older Sypher raises an eyebrow. “Better.” Stone spikes shoot toward me from the left and right. I drop down on my stomach, my knee coming against the ground and making them ring.

I said, driving the charcoal into the dot so hard it snapped. "The Hive-Mind isn't building a wave, Elara," I breathed, looking up at her with absolute, chilling certainty. "It's building a bullet. And it's aiming it straight at the Spire."

that life would burn them to ash. "Eryx, I have to be the Relay," I said, my sunset-gold fire flaring as I felt the first "Combustion-Spikes" coming from a pack in the Southern Delta. "I can't go to all of them, but I can use the Sovereign-Fang to turn the North into a Global Grounding-Wire."

If the spike was breakable, then I saw no reason why Cheng couldn’t do the same. A raised arm from Cheng indicated he would give it a try and then he exchanged a few words with Mandy. She was reluctant to leave him but eventually she returned to the stands. Once she was back on the terraces, Cheng stretched out his wings hovered up so that he was level with Comfort’s spike jutting upwards to avoid Unscathed’s grasp. Cheng placed all four hands on the spike. “And keep your eyes closed,” I shouted. The six eyes beaded across Cheng’s face closed. I gave the signal to Phil (a less ostentatious nod, this time) and time restarted. I snapped my fingers in time with Phil and the balls burst in a fla

One long slim hand tucked under her chin and the other lay along her side, relaxed and beautiful in its unconscious pose. In those minutes of observation, Joey knew that he loved this girl. That he wanted this woman to be his. It was so sudden and unexpected as the sound of the first shell burst at the start of an attack. All his life he had waited for this moment, and now the realization that it had come at last gave him the same sense of shock as one receives when one expects a loud report, and because of the anticipation is more startled at the explosion.

It was glorious. He fully relaxed as Lex’s hands didn’t wander or give any indication the ash blond was going to begin turning the innocent touches into something more. Of course, that’s when the zinging sensations of his scent glands, the ones nestled safely on the insides of his thighs. Sparked arousal within his body, causing his flaccid flesh to pulse.

I whispered, my hands flying over the manual override switches I had installed during the rebuild. I didn't try to outrun them. I used the terrain. I spotted a jagged ridge of crystallized data a "Glitch-Spire" jutting out of the fog. I banked hard, driving the Sovereign up the vertical face of the spire. The Feral Guard tried to follow, but their hover-sleds couldn't handle the sharp incline. I reached the peak and turned the bike, looking down at them. I pulled the trigger. The shotgun didn't fire lead. It fired EMP-Slugs shells packed with condensed Origin-Code I had synthesized in the garage.

looked like a vast, mossy carpet, but Leo wasn't looking down. He was looking at the sensor-array, where a single, pulsing red icon was descending through the exosphere. "The Siphon-Platform is locking onto the Spire’s neural signature," Sophia’s voice came through the audio-grid, her tone sharp with clinical anxiety. "Leo, they aren't just positioning for a drain. They’ve deployed the 'Pulse-Decay' beacons. If those hit the ionosphere, the radiation will start the 'Rot' before the platform even clears the horizon."

I watched the United Korean Military as they levelled Frostpoint. With the bulk of my forces bunched around the now-empty ramps, the squad of Xiezhi had struck far more efficiently than the insurgents they fought to defend. Already plumes of fire sprung from the top of Frostpoint's mighty platform-several Xiezhi had ascended the structure in record time, dashing through my disorganized opposition at lightning speed.

of their own. “Are those spikes or are you just happy to see us?” Daryl smirked. “Really?,” Eric asked. “Heard about you creeps,” the hybrid said. “But I thought Enrgygrid was the jokester,” “Since you know so much about us,” Eric said. How about filling us in on who you are?” “You can call me Drillspike, leading technicion for Apadore,” “Nice tittle,” Natalie said. “I’m guessing you are the one who constructed whatever death trap that Carrie is in,”