Ship Spike Novels & Stories

“I was thinking of making fried rice for…” My breath hitched and I grabbed the edge of the counter for a second. My eyes stared forward as the twinge in my back passed. Taking a slow breath, I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. “Sky?” I smiled and shook my head. “My muscle just spasmed. I’m fine.” Her eyes narrowed and she got up, coming over to me. She put her hand on my forehead before pressing two fingers to my neck. “Your body might be starting the shifting process, Sky. You can’t just discount discomfort.”

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

Sa gitna ng base, isang dambuhalang Signal Spire ang itinayo upang magsilbing tulay para sa susunod na alon ng mga Precursor ships mula sa Saturn. ​"Liam, ang Spire ay naglalabas ng Interdiction Field," babala ni Valerie habang nakasakay sa likod ng isang mabilis na combat skiff. "Hindi makakalapit ang mga missiles natin. Kailangan natin ng 'Physical Breach'." ​"Huwag kang mag-alala, Val," sagot ni Liam mula sa loob ng cockpit ng Phoenix Sentinel. "Hindi na natin kailangan ng missiles. Mayroon na tayong Vanguard."

"Get inside, Ivy. Now." But I didn't move. I felt the pulse coming from the ship. It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a targeting lock. It was a rhythmic, low-frequency hum that vibrated in my teeth. "Dante, look," I whispered, pointing at the ship’s primary cannons. The massive guns weren't pointed at the Spire. They were pointed straight up at the sky, their muzzles glowing with a soft, steady white light. A signal burst hit my mind, translating through the Heir’s cold logic into a single, devastating word.

screens began to turn black. "Hello, Father," the boy’s voice whispered through the intercom. "Thank you for reopening the line of credit. I’ve been waiting in the 'Deleted Items' for a long time." The Mid-Point: The Siege of the Spire In New York, the "Re-Formatting" of the black ships hit a catastrophic snag. The ships that were turning into libraries suddenly halted, their hulls sprouting obsidian thorns. The iridescent light of Hope Thorne-Vance began to flicker as a bronze-colored signal began to broadcast from the Basement in the Suburbs.

Its speed was terrifying—twice as fast as the Tier 1 agility-type zombie. Two kilometers might as well have been two steps. "Come on, then." Jake didn't flinch. As long as it charged in a straight line, it was a perfect target. Just as it closed to 800 meters, the White Spike skidded to a halt and whipped its barbed tail forward. A half-meter-long white bone spike shot through the air like a missile. CLANG!

Spencer thought for a while and said, "this is actually the first time I'm going to have sex with an escort so I didn't remember to get a condom. I'll just stop by the hospital tomorrow morning and see a doctor and I'll also make sure you take the morning-after pill before you leave. Hope you understand what I'm saying?" Tisha nodded, "yes I do." She could see that Spencer was very anxious and his hands were shaking. He went ahead to take off his boxers and Tisha's eyes widened in shock when she saw his d*ck. She couldn't help but fear that tonight was going to be quite long for her. Spencer quickly went for her shoes and took them off. Tisha sighed in relief as it had almost been an impossi

The hum spiked, runes glowing brighter, frost swirling, a warning of ambush. Kevin nodded, amber eyes sharp, pine scent a vow, moving to the spires, claws extending, scraping stone, frost falling, revealing more runes, glowing, pulsing. Shade snarled, wary. Guard her, pup—clear it. “Spires are carved—runes deep,” he called, voice low, “linked, like a net.” His claws dug, blood seeping, metallic, hot, hum shaking his bones.

"Biometric seals. I can't hack them in time." He looked at the open hangar bay doors. The wind was howling in, carrying smoke and ash. We are two thousand feet up. "We jump," Tristan said. "Jump?" Saoirse looked at the drop. "Into what? The pavement?" "The harbor," Tristan said. "The Spire is built on the edge of the reclaimed land. If we jump from the gantry crane... we might hit deep water." "Might?" "Do you have a better idea?" KR-ACK.

"Not if it's part of the original set up. The only thing I changed was the ending." "Like I told you back then, I accepted your terms, isn't that enough?" Emett halts and leans closer. "Then show me some enthusiasm. You're still having second thoughts don't you?" He meant her declining heart rate. Ava palms his face away from her. "I'm beginning to think that you just made up the personal space cr*p for reputation." She then sighed. "Got that covered, are you happy now?" Her rate was supposed to get up steadily but instead her body was violently shaking. She didn't know he was childish enough to push her soul back to her body.