Spike Chronicles Novels & Stories

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.

He was down on both knees at the base of the terminal console, his bare hands frantically tearing away the rusted copper shielding to expose the thick, silver cables that slaved the server bank to the city's main distribution line. The green data-ports along his jaw were completely dead, but his fingers, slick with black conductive grease, worked with a manic, scrapper instinct. "It’s a kinetic trigger mechanism! The moment your shadow frequency breaches the outer lead seal, the explosive bolts on the vacuum chamber will detonate. It won't just destroy the backup tapes—it will create a localized decompression wave that will collapse the entire central support pillar! The Spire will drop stra

Archie looked at the monitor still displaying residual neural rhythm. It hadn’t disappeared. It had stabilised. The doctor stepped closer to the screen. “There’s something else,” everyone turned. “That spike wasn’t just suppression.” Archie’s jaw tightened. “Then what was it?” The doctor zoomed in on the waveform pattern. A second rhythm pulsed faintly beneath the spike. Controlled, Structured and Dormant. “It looks like a secondary sequence attempting to initialise.” Silence. Piper’s voice shook. “Initialise what?”

he dropped the bombshell and the two men both held surprised looks. “What!” Piero exclaimed, looking like he had seen a ghost. Sweat broke out on Piero's forehead as the surveillance guy broke the news. “What do you mean by that?” Piero asked, already feeling himself heat up. The head of the surveillance unit dropped his laptop on the table and opened it before turning to Piero again. “What I mean is that the cameras stopped working by 10 pm and came up later by 3 am this morning,” he explained, clicking through the laptop.

He was so smart on top of that, it made it really easy to babysit him, Evan had already learnt a few words which he frequently used to convey things like, sippy for water, yes and no, yum for food, etc, otherwise it was just random babbling. Whenever Lucas would be too busy to give him attention, he would put on rhymes for him on the television or on the phone and Evan would obediently watch that, until the older would come and play with him. Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourf

Kinsley yelled at her brother, grabbing the medkit beside him and pressing bandages to his wounds as she inspected them, her pounding headache fading into the background as her adrenaline spiked. “That routine recon into a nest of creatures went sideways. I’d never seen anything like it. I have no idea what it is or what these spikes do. I just know my arm hurts like a son of a bitch.” Sawyer bit out around the belt in his mouth, pulling it higher as his sister quickly put on gloves and gripped the bottom spike. He nodded and then grunted out in pain as she pulled the spike out swearing as about 3 inches of the 9-inch spike had been embedded in his arm.

************************* "Tomorrow's the big day huh?" "Yeah," Rico smiled. "Woulda been today but, I let everyone go home for the holidays. Once we wrap up shooting tomorrow, the first episode of The Spark goes live," he grinned, clicking his glass with Jessi's. "It's gonna be a bang." Jessi took a sip and relaxed, dropping her glass on the stool between them. She'd replaced Sofia and Ryan on the recliner and they'd been speaking since then. "Hey, Rico didn't know you guys were here."

Aiden pressed. “Someone ordered me to do it,” Mr. Spike admitted. “They said if I helped them with this, they’d get a renowned doctor from abroad to treat my wife.” Hearing this, Aiden knitted his brows together. “Who is this person, and how do you usually contact each other?” he asked again. “I don’t know who they are. We don’t have regular contact. He just emails me when he needs something done.” After that, Mr. Spike willingly gave up the email address to Aiden. A few minutes later, Aiden left the interrogation room.