Ship Spike Novels & Stories

Caleb growled. He didn't fire anti-matter. He fired a beam of pure, concentrated, world-ending Sovereign Alpha Chaos fire, filtered through the Gunship’s lens. The void-beam struck the Jade-Chrome central server spire. For a second, the spire's powerful deflector shields resisted, glowing red. But Scarlett's forced-entry code had already bypassed the firewall. The shields catastrophically failed, and the top half of the kilometer-high spire simply imploded, sending a shockwave of corrupted, trapped spiritual energy rippling across the continent.

POV EMMA BELLE The vessel that emerged from the rift was not a mercury-ship or an asteroid. It was a perfect replica of the Sun-Spire, but its obsidian was bleached to the color of bone, and its emerald vines were made of frozen, unmoving silver. It didn't dock; it simply phased into our space, occupying the same coordinates as our harbor without displacing a single drop of water.

bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence. Guiding Willa through the dimly lit venue, Kael brought her to a secluded booth separated by a curtain of shimmering light. As the thumping beat of techno music filled the air, Kael leaned in to explain the intricacies of accessing the Auction Spire through a virtual backdoor. Amidst the pulsing lights and barely discernible voices, he revealed that this entrance was not a physical portal, but a specific frequency that required bypassing the city's encryption.

It was in clear view and I knew what to do. I walked towards him, his back was to me so he wouldn't know what hit him. I smirked as I could already taste the sweet scent of victory. Without a second thought I passed Atlas Burnam but only after making sure I stepped on his good foot. Hard! Now the logic behind this was that if Atlas experienced real pain in his foot, he'll pull it off the floor as a reflexive response which would mean he would be left standing on his "bad" foot. When people would be busy being angry at me for stepping on his foot, I'll casually mention that he was currently standing on his supposedly injured foot and everybody would be shocked and Skylar would win!

Feed it into the Telluric Web! ​Inside the Sky-Whale, I felt Silas jump. He didn’t ask questions. He slammed his shard-hand into the Box, and a surge of blue, infectious information flooded the network. ​I caught the blue “virus” and wove it into the gold-violet-turquoise braid of my resonance. I slammed the integrated pulse into the Gravity Spire.

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!

Jago ran toward us, his face grimy with oil and sweat. "Zora! We’ve got the 'Void-Mines' set in the water, but they’ve got 'Pulse-Burners' on those ships!" Jago yelled over the roar of the ocean. "We're holding a knife to a gunfight!" "Then we change the rules of the fight," I said, stepping off the shuttle. I looked up. The clouds were parting, revealing the massive, white-gold hull of the South Spire flagship, the Ascension. It was beautiful and terrible, a floating mountain of corporate arrogance. And I knew she was on the bridge. Elena.