Spike Chronicles Novels & Stories

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

I let out a sigh as I looked down, receiving apologetic smiles from Chey and Deidra. I looked up suddenly at a knock on the door. He was only 17 minutes late. I skipped over to the door and opened it. My smile fell when I saw Spike. He had his blonde hair was combed back, and he was dressed in nice pants and a button-up white shirt. "Sorry, I know I'm a little early." He said as he ran his hand down his shirt nervously. "Is Cheyenne ready?" I opened the door wider with a smile as she jumped up from the couch. Chey smiled like a little kid, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door with him after he told her how gorgeous she looked.

Kalos’s men advanced, their boots clicking rhythmically on the floor. "Aris," Nikos whispered, his fingers hovering over the final input. "The ceiling is going to come down in ten seconds. We have one chance to trigger the surge before they reach us." Aris looked up, a grim smile on his blood-smeared face. "Ten seconds is a lifetime, Nikos. Let’s make it count." As Kalos leveled his sidearm, the entire chamber began to groan, the floor tilting as the foundation of the Spire finally surrendered to the weight of their defiance. The end was no longer a question—it was an inevitability.

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.

The media camera flashes stabbed my eyes painfully. Not far away, I saw Allison Fonseca giving the roses I carefully prepared to Aaron Nelson. When faced with the reporters' questions, she smiled gracefully. “Everyone knows it wasn’t easy for me to start this company, but today I want to say, if not for Aaron’s constant support and encouragement behind the scenes these past few years, I wouldn’t be where I am now.

Maybe I’d die too. Harper and Quarinah weapons met in a flash as sparks flew and their weapons moved at crazy speeds. The blows terrified me with their power as they were often pushed back by each others power. Just as it started to look like Harper was getting the upper hand she had come down hard on her pushing her to the ground. As she raised her sword up preparing to strike with all her might Quarinah suddenly sat up stabbing Harper in the leg. The blade is poisoned she laughed. As Harper fell back suddenly two other soldiers rushed over fighting and driving the captain back.

"Prepare for the spike." My breathing is ragged. The cold floor is biting into my back. "10 seconds. Get ready." I squeeze my eyes shut. "5... 4... 3... 2... NOW." "Release!" Echo shouts in my mind. I let go. I rub furiously, chasing the spark. I climax. It’s not a wave of pleasure. It’s a data burst. It’s sharp, precise, and purely functional. I scream into my arm to muffle the sound, my body seizing in the exact 4.7-second window Echo demanded.

This was one of the reasons why, he always exceeded my expectations with what he was willing to do for me. My dad, Dr Andrew Watson, developed an algorithm that worked with his robotics neurological system that took what was in the chips and implanted it into the brainstem that would connect both the cerebrum and cerebellum in coordinating how these powers would work within the whole body. Then the chips were removed from my, so my body would be as it was when I was born, with no chips in it. That also makes it for me to use the bed instead of sleeping in a capsule. All in all, my dad struggled all this time to try and make me be as normal as all the people were out there, excluding the supe

If the spike was breakable, then I saw no reason why Cheng couldn’t do the same. A raised arm from Cheng indicated he would give it a try and then he exchanged a few words with Mandy. She was reluctant to leave him but eventually she returned to the stands. Once she was back on the terraces, Cheng stretched out his wings hovered up so that he was level with Comfort’s spike jutting upwards to avoid Unscathed’s grasp. Cheng placed all four hands on the spike. “And keep your eyes closed,” I shouted. The six eyes beaded across Cheng’s face closed. I gave the signal to Phil (a less ostentatious nod, this time) and time restarted. I snapped my fingers in time with Phil and the balls burst in a fla