The Tomorrow War White Spike Novels & Stories

I looked at him, and my breath caught—his eyes had turned a solid, brilliant, and terrifying white, reflecting a sky he couldn't even see yet. ​Through the layers of the ceiling, through the concrete and the smog, I could feel the Hive. They were no longer weeks away, drifting in the void; they were here, dropping out of warp like a hammer falling onto an anvil. A massive, mercury-hulled ship—miles long and shaped like a jagged, cruel needle—was already descending over the capital. Its underbelly was glowing with a thermal intensity so great it was beginning to melt the reinforced glass of the surrounding skyscrapers before it even touched the atmosphere.

Adding on to the terrifying lightning that was constantly striking the ocean, the dark sky suddenly became as bright as daylight. The black light beam in the gigantic Dark Race's mouth had finished charging. The creature turned to face Lucas. The black ray coursed through the ocean, and a big waterspout appeared. Additionally, ashes formed wherever the blacklight shone. Swoosh! Just when the black beam was about to hit them, Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne leaped into the air. Biggy and the gang could hover in mid-air for some time as they were Rank 7 Zombies.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort. Omar! Stop! Chloe finally managed to find her words. He's going to kill you! The distraction cost Omar. A split second was all Lucas needed to go on the offensive, sending Omar flying. The yelp gave away that Omar was injured by the impact with the ground but the sound snapped Chloe out of her shell-shock like a knock to the lungs. Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing, Chloe burst into a sprint, moving past Lucas was he stalked towards the injured wolf.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

"Statistically, the Black Crag will be entirely underwater within seventy-two hours. We aren't just losing the city, Emma—we’re losing the ground beneath our feet." "We aren't losing anything, Nathaniel," I said, my violet eyes fixed on the horizon. My skin still felt the lingering warmth of the solar fire, a reservoir of energy that I was now channeling into the very foundations of the Spire. "We’re just changing the medium. If the world wants to be a sea, then the North will be a fleet." I raised my hands, and the kinetic resonance of the White-Well surged through the obsidian. I wasn't just holding the walls together; I was fusing them. I was turning the porous stone into a sealed, pressu

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

The blade transformed, growing larger and darker until it resembled a spear of pure shadow. “What are you doing?” Selene shouted, panic rising in her voice. “I’m ending this,” Elyra replied, her tone unwavering. “If we can’t stop the Architect, then we destroy it. All of it.” “But if you do that—” Aelira started, her eyes wide with horror. “I know,” Elyra interrupted, her voice cracking slightly. “It’ll destroy us too. But better that than letting it win.” Before they could stop her, Elyra hurled the shadow spear directly at the Architect. The weapon struck true, piercing through its core and sending a shockwave rippling outward. The world around them shattered like glass, fragments of reali

In their warped realities, they’re fighting for survival against a monster. Their Class Abilities flare in the dark. Spark’s is water-based—sharp, pressurized jets that slice through the undergrowth. Marcus’s is fire—explosive bursts of orange and red that set the damp leaves smoldering. The clash is a chaotic light show of steam and embers. I don’t intervene. I can’t. Not in my current state. Two veterans at full power, even crazed, would shred me. I think. They were functional this afternoon. Arrogant, but coherent. The madness came with the night. It’s not random. There’s a trigger.

[The Final Vow] The world was no longer glass and steel; it was a screaming expanse of black water and white searchlights. We were perched on a jagged slab of reinforced polymer—the literal tip of the Spire—bobbing in a sea that had just swallowed a million lives. The air tasted of salt, ash, and the ozone of the fleet hovering above us. Those gunships weren't there for a rescue. They were the cleanup crew.