Spike Spiegel Novels & Stories

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Without delay, he shortened his speech and within moments, declared his acceptance: “I, Emory Saint, accept the role of Alpha of the Fire Stone Pack. I will guard it with my life and ensure peace and harmony for all who are part of or accepted into this pack.” As he spoke, a strange tingling coursed through my body. Sparks of electricity seemed to ignite within me, and my eyes turned a brighter, more piercing blue. Angora rushed onto the podium, standing directly in front of me as my eyes slowly returned to normal. We didn’t want the pack to see what was happening just yet—we needed to understand why Matthias had kept this secret all these years.

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.

He’d been impressed and expressed a desire to work with me personally, not the company. Nevertheless, the oblivious Aaron approached me again with a glass of wine, his tone smug. “Eric, don’t worry. Once you leave, I’ll revamp the marketing department. I won’t keep any dead weight on the team. I’ll turn it into the company’s backbone and ensure you aren’t let down.” I knew he was worried I’d leave spies behind to sabotage him later. I stayed silent. Upon hearing Aaron’s words, the nearby colleagues exchanged uneasy glances, clearly worried about their futures.

I scream his name, a piercing cry, a prayer, a blasphemy. It's the signal. His control shatters. His face decomposes into a grimace of pure, primal pleasure. He thrusts one last time, splitting me in two, and I feel him explode inside me. Hot, deep, the ultimate assertion. His seed marks me from within, sealing the insane pact we have just spoken. My own body follows, shaken by spasms so violent they seem to dislocate me. It's not pleasure. It's capitulation. A dissolution. I drown in him. And I let it happen.

oh god. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY" I screamed as my entire body was gripped with panic. Atlas looked hurt but still tried to come closer to me. I quickly looked around me and my eyes fell on a very beautiful and expensive looking lamp and I picked it up. "I will smash your head in Atlas...Or whatever the fuck your real wolf name is! Just stay the fuck away!" I said as I started backing away. I had to get out of here... "Skylar just let me explain please" Atlas said as a look of desperation joined the look of hurt on his face. It almost made me want to drop the lamp and hug him. But I got a hold on myself because I'm CLEARLY going crazy!

Spike stated as he proposed to her about his wacky idea while he was telling her about it. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she listened to Spike’s words, and he could only smile at her as he waited for her response while his pulse raced in anticipation of her acceptance or rejection of the proposal he had made to her. At that time, he was unaware that he would be the one to bring about the most significant setback in her life. Spike experienced conflicting emotions as a result of remembering the past. On the one hand, he was happy, but on the other, he was miserable, filled with regret and grief.

Avi inquired eagerly, not missing a glance at the passing floats. Myra was happy to introduce them to my sister. "Spregor Aiken Santi, or Spike, is the youngest. He's sixteen." They hugged once more while holding hands. I'd assume they'd won a competition." Fabian is the one with the bandana and wavy hair. I believe that action has already been taken, so let us not intervene further. The one at the rear, the one who flirts the most with us, is—"

Howard Spiro was a lunatic who had tried killing a ton of innocent people simply because he was on the loosing end with my father, after the little stunt he pulled, getting him incarcerated wasn’t a difficult feat. And just to make his life fucking harder, I added some evidence-fake evidence- with Blaze’s help that would keep the bastard behind bars till his teeth fell out and his hair thinned on his head. The other shit, the one that had bugged me so fucking much was the fact that the three bombs that had been planted at my parent’s place could have killed everyone. Blaze, who was good at pyrotechnics and all that shit, had only managed to diffuse two of them once he realized that the gift

he said as he handed me a can. I took the can from his hand and opened it with a pop sound before pouring it on the small plant nearby. "I would never try to kill you," Wahid said as I stared at the plant that was as it was before. "Can't trust a spy now, can I?" I said taking a sip of my beer. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "You are always in a hurry, enjoy the moment, enjoy this silence, I will tell you the news that'll make your day," Wahid smirked glancing my way. I frowned, "Oh yeah?"