Spike Chronicles Novels & Stories

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."

"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.

When Blair heard Spike's voice, he looked up and saw Spike sitting on the couch, reading a book. Spike handed him a glass of water when he realized his dad was awake. "Have some water." Mable was brutal for giving Blair a sleeping pill. Blair accepted the glass and sipped, feeling his headache slowly subsiding. "What time is it?" Spike pointed to the wall clock. "It's almost eleven." "Really?" Blair glanced at the clock, surprised by how long he had slept. Even someone as fearless as Blair could sense that something was amiss.

I urged. “Those heart spikes have been occurring for more than a week now, twenty-two in total to be precise. I ran a scan on your brain activity whenever the spikes happened and it is as a result of a deep buried fear.” I sighed deeply. “You are correct,” I muttered. “I don’t like what you just said.” “It does not make it less true, Kieran. You have no need to be in denial.” “This conversation is over,” I said curtly as I adjusted my jacket and headed for the entrance.

Mia worked my cock with her mouth, covering my Johnson with her saliva. She showed Brooke and me how she loved giving sloppy head. My cock dripped with her spit. “Now put it back between her tits and fuck them like you fucked mine,” moaned Mia. One hand went straight to her cunt and the other to Brooke’s cunt. My cock returned to Brooke’s cleavage. The amount of spit that Mia had coated my boner with was amazing and a great lubricant for me to screw Brooke’s tits. Brooke had her fingers crossed as she held her breasts around my pumping cock. “Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman.

It was designed to bore directly through the skull and force a memory extraction at twice the normal power. With trembling hands, Daniel lowered the helmet onto my head and activated it. The spike punched through my skull and drove deep into my brain. "Ugh..." Blood-flecked foam spilled from my mouth as my entire body convulsed uncontrollably. "While the spike is still holding! Maximum power!" Under the overwhelming surge of electricity, I unexpectedly regained a fleeting moment of clarity. With immense effort, I turned my eyes toward Daniel and forced out my final words. "What I needed to do... is done. The rest...is up to you..."

George cracked open his eyes and glanced around. Where was he? He looked at the familiar room and immediately recalled he had gotten home before giving up. He tried to move but ended up groaning with pains. What the hell did they put in his back? It hurts. He closed his eyes and tried to stifle the scream that was about to come out. After a while, the pain was gone and he opened his eyes again. He opened his eyes to his Father, staring at him. He quickly looked somewhere else.

I'm dragon and these are things I can control. There is a solution to this dilemma. It pains me greatly and I grind my teeth, but my decision is made. We've been back from the lake for an hour and Pepper is in the library reading. I send a telepathic message, "Mikael, Betty, come to my rooms immediately." I pace while waiting for their arrival. The longer I wait the more my irritation grows. I kick the chair and watch dispassionately as it topples over. I glance up and Pepper is standing in the doorway.

“I felt her.” There’s a difference, and he hears it. Across the platform, a technician frowns at a scrolling neural graph. “We logged a spike,” she says. “Brief cross-channel resonance.” I bark a humorless laugh. “You mean a bond.” She pretends not to hear that. The surge fades quickly, too quickly, but it leaves heat behind, like metal after lightning. The silence that follows isn’t empty anymore. It’s occupied. Breathing. Waiting. Relief hits hard enough to make me dizzy, and right behind it comes fury. Cold, clean, useful.

The spine of the world was snapping. It began as a vibration in the soles of Tristan’s boots—a low, discordant hum that bypassed his ears and rattled his teeth. The Sky-Spire, the obsidian needle that had pierced the heavens of Oakhaven for three centuries, was screaming. KR-THOOM.