Spike Chronicles Novels & Stories

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