Spike Eraserhead Novels & Stories

You cannot delete the King of the North. Caleb crashed into the central Eraser. His massive jaws, lined with fangs that could bite through star-metal, clamped shut around the entity's geometric torso. The Eraser didn't bleed. It glitched violently, emitting a high-pitched screech of corrupted data. Caleb viciously shook his massive head, tearing the cosmic moderator into two distinct halves of useless, fading red code. The remaining two Erasers immediately recalibrated. They didn't show fear. They synced together, their bodies merging to form a massive, floating prism of concentrated deletion energy, aiming directly at the Sovereign Citadel.

And they were converging on our position with terrifying precision. "We need to move," I said, trying to navigate through the void. But movement was meaningless here. There was no space to traverse, no direction to flee toward. We could only exist or not exist, and the Erasers were coming to ensure we chose the latter. The first one manifested at the edge of our perception. It was not a being but a concept given form—the idea of removal, of undoing, of making something cease to have been. Looking at it directly made my consciousness scream as reality tried to decide if I had ever existed.

"If we fall, the grid catches us!" The Heart of the Eraser At the center of the Null-Space stood the Logic Core of the Spire—a massive, rotating obsidian cube that hummed with the power of a dying star. "That's the 'Off' switch," Elara said, her eyes burning with Absolute Zero. But as she approached, a figure materialized in front of the cube. It wasn't a Sentinel. It was a reflection of Herself. The "Null-Elara" was made of white light, her eyes a cold, perfect blue. She didn't carry a sword; she carried a Scroll.

I said with a much lackluster in me that I redefined the meaning of sarcasm. Suddenly and totally unexpected on my part she hit the brakes. If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now.

The "Erasure-Rain" was not water; it was a liquid-state digital plague. As we scrambled for the shelter of the basalt caves on the First Tier of the Seventh Peak, I watched the droplets hit the obsidian ground. They didn't splash; they hissed and dissolved the stone, leaving behind tiny, pixelated voids that looked like glitches in the fabric of reality. If a drop hit bare skin, it didn't burn—it simplified. It would turn a patch of fur and flesh into a flat, grey texture, stripping away the cellular complexity until the limb simply stopped responding to the brain’s commands.

of their own. “Are those spikes or are you just happy to see us?” Daryl smirked. “Really?,” Eric asked. “Heard about you creeps,” the hybrid said. “But I thought Enrgygrid was the jokester,” “Since you know so much about us,” Eric said. How about filling us in on who you are?” “You can call me Drillspike, leading technicion for Apadore,” “Nice tittle,” Natalie said. “I’m guessing you are the one who constructed whatever death trap that Carrie is in,”

My lungs expanded on their own, drawing in air that tasted like lightning and crushed glass. I didn't sing a melody. I didn't recite a script. I opened my mouth and released a single, sustained harmonic note—the fundamental frequency of Sequence 0. The sound didn't travel through the air; it traveled through the marrow of everyone in the room. The moment the note hit the Erasers, their grey-static lances shattered into harmless glass shards. Their suits split open, the artificial tech dissolving into a fine, silver mist that settled quietly onto the ancient stone floor. They did not die; they were simply un-installed from the room, their frequencies erased.

I tried to pry further but Eric refused to tell me more. "Sky are you listening to us?!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when Jody screamed at me from the driver's seat. The three of us, him, Beth and I were currently headed to school in Jody's car. They noticed that for the past 4 days I had been quite 'out of it' as Beth had put it. I guess it was true though...even though I certainly did not like that I was this troubled over a boy I barely knew. At first I was busy thinking about my conversation with Atlas and how it had ended. I practically told him that there was no future between the two of us because of the ways of his pack and then proceeded to break his brain..

But we weren't alone. Something huge was falling with us. A giant, black shape with a thousand red eyes. It was the Hive’s security system. It looked like a massive spider made of broken glass. "It’s the Eraser!" Bryan yelled. "It’s going to wipe us before we can reach the exit!" The spider lunged, its glass legs aimed straight for my heart. But just before it hit, a wall of gold light slammed into the spider. I looked up. Standing on a floating platform of code was Silas. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a version of me I had never seen a version of me with wings made of fire.

Harvey McMillan. And in the pit of my stomach, I knew I had gotten a small headlight.