Spike Chronicles Novels & Stories

"Why would he let a girl compete?" I hear all kinds of gossip around me. My father told me not to mind them. I just need to show them what I got. Shortly after, the showcase had started. The first event was the quiz bee. All the contestants were in their place. All we had to do was press the buzzer in front of us if we knew the answer. "First question, the Sengoku period lasted for how many years?" without hesitation, I pressed the buzzer first. "133 years." I answered. I was correct and the crowd cheered. Question after question I got the answers correct. It was time for the last question and I had the lead in points.

“Kayla, I know you’re worried. I know everyone is. Spike told me all about his first mate. He told me he loved her like no other. He's not much of a talker, I can tell. He's more of a businessman than anything else. I’m not going to hurt him, Kayla. What I'm scared about is that I might be the one who gets hurt.” “Vegas, trust me. Spike isn’t going to hurt you. I know he is all business when it comes to work, and that's all he does. He trains and works. You've seen his house. You live together. In one room, there's nothing but training gear, and in another room, there's nothing but weapons. I've been in there many times; we trained together. He is one of many who trained me. I'm not the only

Spike stated as he proposed to her about his wacky idea while he was telling her about it. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she listened to Spike’s words, and he could only smile at her as he waited for her response while his pulse raced in anticipation of her acceptance or rejection of the proposal he had made to her. At that time, he was unaware that he would be the one to bring about the most significant setback in her life. Spike experienced conflicting emotions as a result of remembering the past. On the one hand, he was happy, but on the other, he was miserable, filled with regret and grief.

The Second Grid. When the line reached the Second Grid it started shining with a red light. It did not shine with our violet lights. It shone with a red light that smelled like iron and sulfur. "The connection is already made " the Chronos-Weaver said quietly. Her head was. The red light was reflecting in her empty eyes. "When you broke the sequence of the three spires you did not just save the High Peaks. You changed the flow of things. The information is not coming from the Outworld anymore. Our anomaly is pulling the parts toward us."

The weight of his collapsing body against my shoulder was an anchor dragging me into a bottomless trench of despair, but the Replacement Protocol kept my spine straight, forcing me to stand like a stone monument over the god I had just slaughtered. Nasa pinakatuktok kami ng Spire, binalot ng amoy ng nasunog na kuryente at sariwang iron. Dante’s body slid down my front, his knees buckling until he lay prostrate on the polished black marble, the violet glow of his "Sync" core completely extinguished, leaving only a hollow, smoking wound in his chest. The permanent neural bridge we had fought so hard to forge was now a dead wire, broadcasting nothing but a terrifying, absolute silence into my s

"Or, what exactly can you do?" "First off, I can do magic. Secondly, I can perform a spell that lets me speak with the dead," Bobby said, his voice dropping. "The last time I tried it, I went so deep into the darkness that I almost didn't come back. Annabella had Daniel break the circle I'd made. He severed the connection to the spell. All I really remember is falling through endless darkness." He shuddered visibly. "Wow," I breathed, my mind reeling.

Mei shut the door behind them and folded her arms. “Talk,” she said. Lyra leaned against the counter, palms pressed to the cool laminate. “Spike in the middle of a consult,” Lyra said. “No trigger I could identify. No Aiden in the room, no argument, no new data. Just… body decided it had opinions.” “Your wolf?” Mei asked. “Pleased,” Lyra said. “Annoyingly so. Suppressants did nothing for about thirty seconds. Then it backed off. Mostly.”

The second goon says and I see his hands lighting up in a purple glow. I hear Maeve digging around in her bag a moment before something whizzes past my hip, slamming onto the ground at their feet. Instantly, a light flashes. I look at the goons who looked locked in the moment. “Let’s go.” Maeve says behind me. “What did you do?” I say, not moving, but looking at her behind me. “Stunning spell. It only lasts for 15 minutes, so we have to hurry.” I turn back and look at the goons. “Can they hear me?” I ask her.