Game Of Thrones Head On Spike Novels & Stories

To Carve just a little bit of suffering that the others had or were enduring at the hands of this man and his companions. "Fucking die!" She lunged again overshooting him. "Well I guess if this isn't her father I don't need it." Christopher said holding the head out in front of him his head cocked to the side looking it in the eyes. WHUMP! She spun just in time to see Christopher drop kick it like a soccer ball rocketing it right into her nose! Everything went dark. Gabreldi could hear the sounds of combat fading. He was still trying to move from behind his hiding spot, though he quickly discovered both of his legs were thrashed from the explosion and unable to support his weight.

The first time this happened, I had passed out immediately after using the tissues he handed me to wipe my tears, only waking up to see cremated ashes. Who knew if those were human ashes or the ashes of some animal?! "Please, let's not be rash…" Johnny tried to stop me as I stood up and made a beeline for the morgue, but he was too late. "Honey! Why did you have to die like this?!" I screamed, crying as I reached to remove the bloodstained cloth, revealing Louis' bloody, borderline mutilated face. The wounds on his body were badly mangled, and it truly was a gruesome sight, just as Johnny had warned.

Vic met the frightened gazes of the children huddled together under the shield for a few moments, then jumped back again, dodging another blow. The opponents were no longer hiding, he could hear their footsteps - flying, almost not touching the ground, too fast. The Vistolets grinned evilly, ducked under the glowing blade and came close to the enemy. Needle-thin teeth bared towards him, and the deathly-pale face approached within striking distance. Without stopping, without completing the movement, Vic slid the spikes along his neck, pierced the stretched skin and tore it to the vertebrae. Something cracked, black eyes blinked in surprise, and the head unnaturally threw back, hanging on a th

Its spikes began to emerge as I gasped for air. It swiftly swam toward me, colliding with me at full speed, causing blood to spatter across my forehead. However, I refused to give up. Its spikes tore into my left hand, and I was slowly losing consciousness as it struck my head once more, this time with even greater force. And then, I blacked out.

It was too late for the bloodsucker, however. Aaron holstered his Glock as he leapt into the air, grabbing ahold of the scrawny old monster from behind. The monster shouted in protest, but there was little he could do. He’d survived this long because he was a coward, hiding in the shadows while his cohorts took the brunt of the fight. Now, with his hands wrapped securely around the narrow neck, all Aaron had to do was twist, and the Vampire’s head popped off a few seconds before he turned to ash. “Done!” Aurora exclaimed, rounding the corner.

My fingers closed tightly around a heavy, jagged shard of shattered metal, torn from the ambulance frame during the initial crash. Garrett squeezed harder. Bones in my neck creaked. "Goodnight, little wolf." Lungs burning, my vision fading to a narrow, dark tunnel, I tightened my grip on the bloody metal spike. With a final, screaming surge of adrenaline, I drove my arm directly upward. The jagged metal tore straight through the soft tissue beneath Garrett's jaw, sinking deep into his neck. His eyes widened in absolute shock. The crushing pressure on my throat vanished instantly. Garrett staggered back, clutching the bloody spike protruding from his throat. He tried to speak. A wet, gargling

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.

She collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily, shadows dissipating around her. Asher’s presence loomed over her. “This ends now,” he said. She glared up, exhaustion and fury burning in her eyes, but she knew she had lost. The room fell silent except for the creak of the ruined walls and the faint hiss of dissipating darkness. Zayla Suddenly burst into the room. Her eyes locked on the woman. The woman smirked and suddenly sent spikes flying straight at Zayla. She froze, unable to move. Asher had already moved—a blur—and was now in front of her. Four spikes slammed into his chest. He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth.

He was whimpering trying to get free. "Tsk. A scared Luna. Very bad choice Blaze". Zol said and Stephen snapped. "Dont you dare Zol"! He snarled. "What, Stephen? He wants to change. Let me help him". Zol bent on his neck and Callum felt a sting in his neck as pointed canines touched his bare neck. Drawing a little blood. "Fuckkkkkkkk". The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck.

Spade used his legs to give him a sideswipe kick on the face, whipping his head sideways as he fell completely on the ground. One of the other two ran towards him with a knife, he grabbed his hand and hurled him at the sink, hitting the man's body on the sink, earning a loud groan from him. Spade pushed his head towards the mirror and it shattered as blood trickled down the mirror, the other man from the first time had rushed towards him and grabbed him from the back, holding on to his shoulders tight as if he pressing him.