Spike X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He had thought of naming them earlier; he would call them the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armor. 'Since they're zombies with metallic armor, they should receive better armor.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and started to search for something. Ripple Metallic Armour: Capable of increasing one’s defense by 10 percent. Price: 10000 points. Lucas bought 18 Ripple Metallic Armors without a second thought. Subsequently, with the Fusion Grid in his mind, he equipped the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Ripple Metallic Armor. All of a sudden, the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies became genuine 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armour.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Spark—a power made from machines and stolen energy, designed to mimic the light I carried in my blood. ​"Targets confirmed," the lead guard said through a metallic speaker. "Engage and neutralize." ​The first guard lunged. He moved faster than a machine that size should be able to move. His red blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of heat that singed the stray hairs on my arm. I didn't have a weapon, but I didn't need one.

There were runes in those flames. The spiritual flames soon transformed into a suit of armor around him. The armor was filled with spikes, which made him look like a porcupine with impenetrable defense. His Domain was the Spiky Armor Domain. Jaskier had a much greater defense with his Domain, and it had the ability to reflect damage back at his opponent. Those who attacked him would endure the wrath of their own attacks. His flesh was thickened when he unleashed his Domain, which made him very resilient to attacks.

I see no humor. "He's..." Jewel points at me unable to speak. Pepper picks up where Jewel left off, "He kidnapped an eagle shifter and she's turned him green," Pepper says with laughter between every other word. "What?" I yell. There's no way. She wouldn't. She couldn't. This sends Jewel into spasms. "She's... she's an eagle shifter and she turned you green." "No, it's brittlemortis," I yell in complete frustration. I look at Tahr and even he's smiling now.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Bullets whizzed all around me, one catching me in the left shoulder as I continued to evade them. “Not today!” I snapped aggressively. Something deadly! “Hail of Spikes!” A rain of spikes shot down on the men. I watched as a few of the dodged the spikes but tripped over other bodies and then got pierced with newer spikes. I used another healing spell but didn’t see the last ship anymore. “Where the hell did it go? Did he chicken out on-”

Grimhold seized the chance, catching Kael by the throat and slamming him into the ground hard enough that the marble cracked. The other hooded figure screamed and unleashed a barrage of dark spikes at Grimhold’s back. I flung out my hand, and the spell formed instinctively, a shimmering barrier flashing into place between Grimhold and the spikes. They ricocheted against my shield, cracking like thunder. I gasped, the force jolting my body backward, but I held. Grimhold roared his approval and charged, closing the distance to the hooded figure.

Bella said proudly. “And I did the knife work,” Kael added, brushing a thumb over the carved moon. “To remind you—you’re never alone out there. The pack always watches.” Next came Phoenix and Lucian, carrying a large black box between them. Alex raised a brow. “What’s this?” “Open it,” Phoenix grinned. Inside was a full sparring set made of reinforced lightweight armor: chest guard, arm guards, and shin guards all personalized with Alex’s name and colors—dark grey and royal blue.