The Tomorrow War White Spike Novels & Stories

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

Inside the War Room, a massive holographic map of the Acheson Trench pulsed with a sickly violet light. "The Architects are building a Resonance Engine at the bottom of the trench," Sarah explained, her voice echoing off the steel walls. "They’re using your father’s DNA as a template to stabilize the frequency. If they finish, the Spires in the cities will release a second wave—a permanent biological rewrite." "We know about Jun," Mina said, her voice trembling as she stood beside the map. "They’ve made him a Prime." Sarah’s face went stone-cold. "I know. Which is why the Admiralty developed this."

It was that top-grade armor. No wonder. That thing was paper-thin and still held up under a full-power hit. That kind of craftsmanship was definitely something only the Spirale Clan could pull off. Ewan's expression darkened. "Gideon, I'll give you one last shot. Stop fighting and surrender. Otherwise, you'll regret it." He gestured to the war machine behind him. "Unless you really want to see what a Quark Warbot can do." The Quark Warbot let out a deep rumble as glowing light surged through its core. The thing was primed and ready to fire.

"If you’re still there... we need to move the Spire! Not the people—the Spire!" From the sky, a single, piercing silver beam of light struck the Apex. "The Spire isn't a building, Elara..." Julian’s voice echoed in her mind. "It’s an Engine. Look under the floor!" The Needle City is sinking into a liquefied crust, but Julian has revealed the Spire's true nature: it’s a starship. To save the million survivors, the Feral Six must ignite the "Mantle-Thrusters" and take the city into the sky—leaving the "Real" world behind for the "Great Beyond."

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.

what he was looking for. Some of the mutant leaders wielded pistols. Some had familiar designs similar to the weapons in his hands. No doubt they looted from the corpses of the dead wolves in the temple. There were a few others with archaic designs similar to ChaosMarines. They must have come to the planet with the heretics, Ragnar thought. As long as he doesn't get off the bridge quickly, it doesn't matter. He looked around and everyone else saw what he noticed. He immediately recognized their smell and appearance. With true space wolf independence, they decided for themselves. However, they withstood a firestorm against their enemies, killing them with every attack. Ragnar saw that there

"We need weapons." We didn’t have guns. I had Garrick bring a few long pry bars to the loading dock. I turned on the fire hose and aimed it at the tips. "Declan, what are you doing? Washing them?" I didn’t answer. I kept the water flowing over the steel. The moment it hit the air, it froze layer by layer, building outward. Within minutes, each bar had grown a long, tapered spike of solid ice. An ice spear. Garrick stared, wide-eyed.

that life would burn them to ash. "Eryx, I have to be the Relay," I said, my sunset-gold fire flaring as I felt the first "Combustion-Spikes" coming from a pack in the Southern Delta. "I can't go to all of them, but I can use the Sovereign-Fang to turn the North into a Global Grounding-Wire."