Flashpoint Spike Novels & Stories

I adjusted the filter. Narrowed the time frame. Hours passed across the screen in seconds. Data compressing. Simplifying. And then.. It appeared. A spike. Small. Sharp. Gone almost as quickly as it came. I froze. There. I replayed it. Slowed it down. Watched it again. It didn’t belong. The rest of the data was smooth. Controlled. Predictable. But this.. This broke the pattern. “What is it?” Aiden asked.

"Thanks for making it easier for me, big guy." In anticipation of its timed explosion, she levitated the ice spikes that were glowing brighter by the minute. The ice spikes that were hurled towards her some time ago, were still waiting for the right time to explode. The ice spikes were hurled directly into the Kaizu, where they were embedded permanently. By using a side step, she was able to get to a safer position, though the explosion would be too big and would reach every nook and cranny in the cave. A lamplike glow accompanied the spikes as they reached the last moment before their explosion.

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,”

I replied softly. Spike grinned, his fangs peeking out slightly as he leaned in closer to me. "Good girl," he murmured before popping one of the pills into his mouth and slipping the other into mine. Taking a sip of my drink, the pill slid down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt a rush of euphoria wash over me. The music seemed to pulse through my veins, and the lights on the dance floor danced before my eyes. Spike took my hand once more and led me onto the dance floor, where we moved together in perfect sync. Our bodies rubbed against each other, my body feeling every touch like never before as the drug started to overtake me.

The warehouse still smelled like antiseptic and burnt circuits when the alert came in. Niko was the first to see it. He’d been feeding our fresh Medusa‑signature into simulation environments for hours, watching it gnaw through Godmode‑like architectures with cold, surgical precision. Now, one of his side windows flashed red. “New A2 spike,” he said, straightening. “Live. External.” My head was still pounding, but I pushed myself upright. “Where?” I asked.

The room felt warmer and more intimate. I opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was smooth, curved, and surprisingly heavy in my palm. My cheeks burned as I turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet room, making my stomach flutter. I lay back against my pillows, heart racing. Before I could overthink it, I opened I*******m and went straight to Ezekiel’s profile. There it was — the most liked video that I had also been obsessed with for weeks.

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

It actually didn't make much difference physically, since he never knew if his father was ever home or not, but emotionally, he did feel the loneliness creeping in on him, the encompassing dread of being all alone in the whole wide world. Two years passed by and Lucas still miraculously managed to push through, with the help of his college senior, the one friend that he had made in his entire life, Austin Lee. It almost seemed as if his life was slowly rippling back to normalcy, until that particular summer night, when Evangeline rang the doorbell to his apartment, and Lucas opened the door to find the ungrateful woman standing with a sleeping little boy in her arms, wearing an enraged expre

Chapter 2 little-angel POV As the eve of the Shadowboom Unveiling approached, my excitement mingled with a sense of worry. I could hardly contain my anticipation, but a nagging fear crept in, making me wonder if I could endure the wait any longer. The burning desire to discover my destined mate consumed me. "Mom, did you hear that?" I asked, jolting awake as the whinnies of the horses pulling Full-moon's cart echoed through the house.

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,”