Spike Chronicles Novels & Stories

The warehouse still smelled like antiseptic and burnt circuits when the alert came in. Niko was the first to see it. He’d been feeding our fresh Medusa‑signature into simulation environments for hours, watching it gnaw through Godmode‑like architectures with cold, surgical precision. Now, one of his side windows flashed red. “New A2 spike,” he said, straightening. “Live. External.” My head was still pounding, but I pushed myself upright. “Where?” I asked.

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.

[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.

Even near death, my twisted mind still worked clearly. “What time is…?” I started. “It’s about one a.m.” He answered before I had even gotten the question out. It had only been roughly half an hour since I’d broken the glass that had torn through my flesh and threatened to end my life. It seemed like it had been days. But that was probably because it had all happened so fast. That, and I had been in and out of consciousness.

"Let's sit, shall we?" They moved over to the chairs, Miles bringing up the rear, giving way to the older men. He knew he should be paying attention to what the others discussed—it would be his business one day after all—but he really didn't have any interest in the affairs of their businesses or the merger they discussed. There was plenty of time to wait on being burdened with such mundane things. Only one merger interested him, the one where he could merge his body with that of Lainie Everest. It was a major step above watching videos in his bedroom when his parents went to sleep.

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.

I said, driving the charcoal into the dot so hard it snapped. "The Hive-Mind isn't building a wave, Elara," I breathed, looking up at her with absolute, chilling certainty. "It's building a bullet. And it's aiming it straight at the Spire."

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

"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.

"You know I'll have them for you, Jimmy. Over and out." The line went dead, leaving James alone with the whirring ambiance of the computer banks surrounding him. He kept his face an impassive mask, but deep in his core, a slow-burning fusion reaction was rapidly building toward critical mass. Spike might have been a half-crazed, sadistic bastard, but he'd told no lies with those last rasping breaths - someone much larger and more dangerous had been the real powder keg behind this entire eruption of violence and chaos.