Spike G1 Novels & Stories

Spade sighed, keeping a bored and stoic expression, he took more steps into the room, raking his eyes through the room, from the huge glass just behind Nate, to the shelf on the left hand side of the room, just behind the couch, and the cabinet on the left side, where there was a water dispenser just on top. His eyes finally landed on Nate again, and he was watching him, making him quickly look away like someone who's been caught admiring chocolate from a glass encasing. "What do you think I'm doing here Miller"? He retorted back watching every move the young man made, even to the slight twitch of his fingers, even tho the room was cool he could see the small speck of sweat on his forehead a

The way she didn't even sense the mate bond even a little bit told me she was a pure human. Pure humans are those who's family have had zero contact with werewolves. In simple words, ino generations before Skylar were ever involved with werewolves and every single gene in her body is a human one. It also means that she won't be able to feel even the most littlest of bond humans can feel...I pulled her over me in the sick way to see if she would feel the sparks and all she felt was that I was harassing her. It was bad, it hurt that she didn't like me...I know I didn't help my case much there...but I still hoped she'd feel something for me...anything when I touched her...but nothing. Well I gu

Aiden pressed. “Someone ordered me to do it,” Mr. Spike admitted. “They said if I helped them with this, they’d get a renowned doctor from abroad to treat my wife.” Hearing this, Aiden knitted his brows together. “Who is this person, and how do you usually contact each other?” he asked again. “I don’t know who they are. We don’t have regular contact. He just emails me when he needs something done.” After that, Mr. Spike willingly gave up the email address to Aiden. A few minutes later, Aiden left the interrogation room.

The spike intensified. The pattern repeated with unsettling precision, rising and falling in clean intervals that felt engineered rather than organic. It didn’t look like damage. It looked intentional. Archie’s jaw tightened. “Now his designation,” the doctor added carefully. Piper looked at Archie. The technician hesitated. Then input it. Archie’s full Alpha designation echoed softly through the room. The response was immediate. Her neural activity surged harder than before, Her heart rate elevated sharply, Suppression spike. But beneath it, “There,” the doctor said.

[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.

His face twisted with rage, and at some point, a bone spike had appeared in his hand. Morgan's face darkened. "That's a Beast Supreme Bone Spur. Forged from the spine of a peak apex overbeast after its death. Prince Freddie refined it into a weapon. It carries remnants of supreme energy," he said grimly. He said it loud enough for Gideon to hear. But Gideon just smirked coldly. "That's a bone spike of a Supreme Beast? Not bad. I want it. Freddie, hand over my wife unharmed. Give me that Beast Supreme Bone Spur as compensation. Then, I'll let this go. Otherwise, suffer the consequences."

The warehouse still smelled like antiseptic and burnt circuits when the alert came in. Niko was the first to see it. He’d been feeding our fresh Medusa‑signature into simulation environments for hours, watching it gnaw through Godmode‑like architectures with cold, surgical precision. Now, one of his side windows flashed red. “New A2 spike,” he said, straightening. “Live. External.” My head was still pounding, but I pushed myself upright. “Where?” I asked.

[Affinities]: Animal magnetism affinity Energy weapons affinity Pack hunting affinity (☆) [Current pack members (☆)]: Spike (Lv 3) Benny (Lv 2) [Current Spirit cores]: None -At least Spike leveled up…Benny is still falling behind. I should let him get more kills…- thought Kevin while looking at his new "friends": one golden retriever with a backpack tied to its back named Spike and a small fox named Benny, both of them had their bellies slashed like him and missing parts of their faces, especially Benny, who had no lower jaw and his tongue was sagging under his mouth at all times. His other discovery is that after level five, the experience he received by killing pathless ghosts decreased to

for the gliders, protecting the passengers from the Curators' remaining electronic pulses. As the first wave of gliders launched, the Spire groaned. To provide the necessary lift, Vane had to "Detonate" the remaining geothermal needles. The explosion was a beautiful, terrifying column of blue-white flame that punched through the golden mist and sent the gliders soaring into the charcoal sky. From above, the Spire looked like a dying star, surrounded by a swarm of bronze-colored sparks.