Flashpoint Spike Novels & Stories

“That spike lit us up harder than the decoy. They’ll pivot.” “I know.” “Howard?” “Unknown. The markers were still moving when the spike hit. If he peeled clean, he’ll break residual heat and stay off the trail. If he didn’t, the decoy just became another name.” She looked at Sarah’s still face in the carrier, then at the blood still running down my own. The fracture that had split the original column—the argument about the bond, about cost, about whether I was blinded—had not closed. The remnant woman’s death, Voss in the river, Torres to the sniper team, and every residual flare that had painted targets on the people still willing to walk with us sat between any future conversation like a f

It’s actually working. Then, the static spikes. A loud, piercing screech that makes me rip the headset off for a second. I put it back on. "Ambush!" Ciro roars. "Side door! Flanking right!" Gunfire erupts. Close. Deafening. It isn't the distant rumble of the diversion. It is right on top of them. "They were waiting!" Spadino yells. "How did they know? Flashbang! Down!" BOOM.

Wolfy counted down. He watched the timer on his pad. The red numbers pulsed like a heartbeat. We sat in the sand. We watched the distant lights of the Apex shift. The orderly grid of the city became a chaotic swarm. Small lights—ships, escape pods, shuttles—began to stream away from the Spire. They looked like sparks fleeing a dying fire. They were running. The minutes ticked by. Forty. Thirty. Ten. My head pounded with every beat of my heart. I could feel the city groaning above us. The fracture in the engine housing was widening with every oscillation, a high-pitched metallic shriek that echoed in the metaphysical plane.

Ruby fired a quick burst, her shots taking down the first wave before they could close in. "Work fast," Ruby called over her shoulder, reloading. "I'm trying!" Finn replied, his fingers flying over the console embedded in the spire's base. The creatures came in waves, their movements erratic but relentless. Ruby's aim was steady, each shot precise. She moved with practiced efficiency, her focus unyielding as she held the line. "Got it!" Finn shouted, stepping back as the spire began to crack and collapse. "Let's move!" Ruby didn't need to be told twice. The two sprinted away as the spire imploded, sending a shockwave rippling through the gorge. The creatures disintegrated, their forms dissol

Without delay, he shortened his speech and within moments, declared his acceptance: “I, Emory Saint, accept the role of Alpha of the Fire Stone Pack. I will guard it with my life and ensure peace and harmony for all who are part of or accepted into this pack.” As he spoke, a strange tingling coursed through my body. Sparks of electricity seemed to ignite within me, and my eyes turned a brighter, more piercing blue. Angora rushed onto the podium, standing directly in front of me as my eyes slowly returned to normal. We didn’t want the pack to see what was happening just yet—we needed to understand why Matthias had kept this secret all these years.

erupt from my spine in a massive, blinding explosion of violet fire. "Mama... open..." the heir whispered in my mind. I dove. I wasn't a woman falling; I was a kinetic weapon. I hit the "Zero-Point" shield of the Spire at three hundred miles per hour. The blue energy flared, trying to disintegrate my atoms, but I screamed, pushing every ounce of my "Lagos-grit" into the collision. I wasn't fighting the shield; I was merging with it. The barrier shivered, groaned, and for a split second, it turned a deep, obsidian gold.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Chase's brows furrowed. A wave of extreme danger surged from behind him, like a volcano about to erupt. Chase spun around abruptly, raising his arm just in time to catch a flying projectile midair. It was a metal spike! With a slight squeeze, the spike crumbled to dust in his hand. Immediately after, the sharp sound of something cutting through the air echoed again, and another spike came hurtling toward him. Chase's face remained expressionless. He threw a punch, sending the spike back where it came from.

Bullets whizzed all around me, one catching me in the left shoulder as I continued to evade them. “Not today!” I snapped aggressively. Something deadly! “Hail of Spikes!” A rain of spikes shot down on the men. I watched as a few of the dodged the spikes but tripped over other bodies and then got pierced with newer spikes. I used another healing spell but didn’t see the last ship anymore. “Where the hell did it go? Did he chicken out on-”

His grey eyes were shining against the dim moonlight as Zack shook his head. ‘No,’ he replied curtly. ‘Then, what the hell happened, Zack? Why is my mate in this forest?’ Damien asked, growling in their mind link. Zack stared at him, his eyes were unblinking. He got some nerves, Damien mused as his nostrils picked up the tangy scent that enveloped Zack. Then, he noticed the thick black spot that covered Zack’s muzzle. His heart skipped a beat.

[The 24-Hour Mark] The red digital glow of the bedside chronometer flipped: 24:00:00. Halfway. The midpoint of our sentence. The air in the room had grown heavy, recycled and stagnant, as if the Spire itself were holding its breath alongside us. I was lying in the crook of Jinyan’s arm, my head rising and falling with his chest, when the hum of the link didn't just intensify—it screamed. It wasn’t a sound. It was a "Neural Spike," a jagged shard of high-frequency data tearing through the calm we had spent the last day building. Jinyan’s body went rigid, his muscles turning to corded iron beneath my touch.