Spike Eraserhead Novels & Stories

[The 24-Hour Mark] The red digital glow of the bedside chronometer flipped: 24:00:00. Halfway. The midpoint of our sentence. The air in the room had grown heavy, recycled and stagnant, as if the Spire itself were holding its breath alongside us. I was lying in the crook of Jinyan’s arm, my head rising and falling with his chest, when the hum of the link didn't just intensify—it screamed. It wasn’t a sound. It was a "Neural Spike," a jagged shard of high-frequency data tearing through the calm we had spent the last day building. Jinyan’s body went rigid, his muscles turning to corded iron beneath my touch.

"I Solved you. I didn't 'Abandon' the North; I Liquidated the Noise to make room for a 'Safe' world where no one ever has to shift, or bleed, or love again. And now, I’m offering you the Ultimate Peace" The spindle lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Erasure hit my chest and Eryx’s simultaneously. It didn't burn; it Hollowed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Zero-Value Variables." My rage was being turned into "Background-Static"; my grief was being turned into "Cache-Deletion". "Eryx, the iron... it’s Turning to Nothing!"

"Anyone ruining things there, get me a fucking towel. The nose won't stop bleeding." Eros stifled a chuckle. Must be nice being so shielded you weren’t bothered by a sound... There wasn’t time to relish, so he got to work, slitting wires, cutting off connections, and turning up the speaker volume so loud he was sure Asher wouldn’t be able to hear himself speak when he hit it on. Done, he dropped into a sofa, chin resting on his palm. Eros exhaled slowly, fingers tapping against his knee as he waited. The water kept running, Asher cursing under his breath, oblivious to the silence that had swallowed the rest of the house.

Our one shot had barely made it flinch. On the viewscreen, the base of the spire began to disgorge figures. Dozens of them. Hundreds. The same multi-jointed, featureless beings, their forms solidifying out of the distorted air. An army of silent, unstoppable erasers. They began to advance across the plain toward our ship. Jeff looked at me, his face a mask of grim acceptance. We had run out of miracles. He drew the sidearm from his hip. It was a useless gesture, but it was a human one.

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,”

"You think you’re being romantic. You’re being a defective asset. Erasers, secure the girl. Kill the Warden. If the fetus is compromised, we’ll harvest the tissue and start again." The Erasers moved with mechanical precision, their suppressed rifles raised. Dante didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't have to. "Close your eyes, Little Bird," he rumbled. As the first rounds left the barrels, Dante triggered the "Resonance Spike"—the ultimate weapon of the Unbreakable Frequency. By bridging his mind with Ivy’s, he was able to use the "Fourth Pulse" Archive still fused to her brain as a processor. He wasn't just reacting to the shooters; he was predicting the trajectory of the bullets before they

SPIKE Spike held the silencer and waited for the front door to open. The reason he had chosen the silencer was to keep his hiding safe, so they wouldn't get where the bullet came from. As soon as the first assassin entered, he aimed for his head and pulled the trigger. What Spike did not quickly get was that they were assassins like him and were as smart as he was. The two assassin started to shoot at the chairs but spike was fast enough. He quickly rolled out and bent his head, caught hold of his gun that fell from his hand shot and assassin by his ribs.

I had reached my apex and it was so intense that my eyes rolled back into my skull as the feeling of floating consumed me. The licking on my neck awakened me a short time later and I looked up at Eros smiling down at me. “You have my blood on your lips,” he commented and I quickly lifted my fingers to my mouth to wipe it off. “What happened?” “You experienced a la petite mort or the little death from your orgasm. It was a close one for me as well because I almost busted my nut in you. Luckily I pulled out in time and shot it on your belly,” he said with a smirk.

"Hahaha! This power is truly wonderful! The stronger you are, the more excited I become. Come, let me tear you apart with pleasure!" Embedded in the mountain rock wall by Wilbur's kick, the insect-like mouth on Erin emitted a hoarse and eerie laughter. "Stormy Spikes!" With that said, Erin, embedded on the mountain, pulled his own body out before he shouted angrily and shot out countless iron-like bone spikes from his body that shot toward Wilbur. Then, Erin immediately rushed towards Wilbur again, seemingly unwilling to give Wilbur a chance to catch his breath, wanting to deal with Wilbur as quickly as possible.