Ship Spike Novels & Stories

A jagged red line arcing upward from the Dead City. "I tracked the trajectory of the Golden Drop-ship," I explained. I pointed to the line. "It did not head for the Obsidian Citadel's prison intake. It did not head for the interrogation centers in the Industrial District." I traced the line as it pierced the cloud layer. "It ascended vertically. Altitude: 10,000 feet. Destination: The Celestial Spire." "The Apex," Barzil breathed. He stepped away from Viggo. He looked at the map. His golden eyes narrowed, pupils contracting.

His hands was shoved into his hoodie as they both entered into the lobby of the building, there were a lot of people in the lobby also lining up to get tickets, Spade looked ahead seeing that if they stood here, they wouldn't leave on time. He turned to look at Nate who was looking at the whole place, his eyes darting around the room, he looked up at the high up ceiling and Spade's eyes landed on his Adam apple as he felt himself go stiff, his mind bringing up images that was making his whole body burn with desire.

Sarah was still up there, her eyes wide with terror as the spire began to crumble. "The Pixel!" Sarah screamed. "Elara, the Pixel is the only thing that can stabilize the sector! You have to plug it into the **Core-Vessel**!" I looked at the spire. I looked at Silas, who was inches away from being erased by the white light. And then I looked at the "Ghost" me. She was standing up, her eyes no longer static, but a deep, sorrowful amber. She looked at Silas, and then she looked at me.

"You want a protocol, Arthur? Here’s your protocol: kill the power, not the building," Kael wheezed, his fingers trembling as he traced a sequence of light across the glass display. "If you drop the Spire, the magnetic discharge will liquefy my brain before the rubble hits me. You have to bypass the core’s coolant release manually."

I asked him. He sucked in a sharp intake of breath and pursed his lips. “What happens is what you saw at Requbar. The discharge was automatic. The target, I believe, no accident. I can only think one of her agents arranged it, somehow. I don’t know. It shouldn’t have been possible.” “Wait,” said Maurice, notebook at the ready. “You’re saying you only fire the spires to discharge the build up of energy?” “That’s right,” said Peter. “We can’t let the spires get to full power. Unfortunately, it’s been getting quicker and quicker these last few days. Some sort of disturbance under the crust.”

Many medicines had been on record for him to restock such as chamomile for rash and inflammation, Echinacea for the cold, flu, and infections, feverfew for treating fevers, ginkgo, goldenseal, and many more with their effectiveness in treating pack members—especially with the warriors of the pack. Zack cannot risk the pack warriors who were injured during their training to be unattended when he was in charge of the Shadow Pack. He sighed as Zane carried him across the darkened woods until he saw the packhouse. Zack stopped, panting after the long run on all fours before he shifted. The bones popped up as Zack gritted his teeth. He had been doing this since he was a child but the pain was sti

We relied on them to cool the blast furnaces and provide drinking water for the capital. "The Tide is going to inject a hyper-compressed bullet of abyssal pressure directly into the continental fault line," I explained, frantically drawing a cross-section of the earth. "It's going to use the subterranean aquifers as a rifle barrel. It will travel perfectly straight, miles beneath the surface, bypassing the coastal gravity wall entirely." "And when it hits the deep node directly beneath this Spire..." Elara started, her voice trailing off as the sheer horror of the physics hit her.

A small, sleek scout ship was still tethered to the quivering platform, its engines idling in a low, hopeful hum. ​We scrambled aboard, the metal plating beneath our feet slick with melt water. Just as the main docking arm snapped with a sound like a gunshot, Killian threw himself into the pilot’s seat. His hands were steady despite the chaos, his eyes narrowed as he gripped the controls. The engines roared to life, a powerful vibration that drowned out the screams of the city. We peeled away from the Spire just as the top third of the building finally gave way, tumbling into the streets below in a massive cloud of crystalline dust.

TIME: 13:30 HOURS. LOCATION: THE BEHEMOTH - TACTICAL CONSOLE. STATUS: THE APEX SPIRE. Kara tapped a few keys, and a massive, rotating 3D hologram of the Apex Spire materialized over the central table. Up close, the schematic of the Spire was absolutely terrifying. It wasn't just a building; it was a self-contained arcology. It soared one hundred and fifty floors into the sky, a gleaming needle of white composite armor and blue energy shielding.

Captain Reyes screamed over the comms, scrambling to her feet as the crushing weight lifted off her shoulders. The Vanguard didn't hesitate. They hauled themselves off the shaking iron causeway. Tank grabbed his logging chain, Jax hoisted his gear-axe, and they sprinted through the blinding, boiling water back toward the fifty-foot Phase-Shield protecting the pod. "The Spire is collapsing!" Sienna yelled, looking back over her shoulder.