Thorax X Spike Novels & Stories

“Not happening. Liora—” But Liora was already moving. Her steps were slow, deliberate, terrifyingly calm. Edda’s body spasmed, half-alive, half-static. Her head jerked up with a broken mechanical snap. “Do you think… this ends… just because you want it to?” Liora didn’t answer. She reached behind her vest, fingers closing around a black-steel device: a data spike—jagged, short, lethal. A weapon for killing systems. A weapon for killing gods.

Hugh heard X laugh. X laughed on the other side of the phone, "Do you mean an electric spark? Were you electrocuted?" X said mockingly, he stopped laughing when he noticed Hugh's silence. X scrunched his brows and said, "If it's the spark associated with having a mate, it's impossible." X's voice was firm.

The recoil slammed me deeper into the seat, spine rattling with the force of it. The air reeked of ozone and burnt skin. My breath caught in my throat. It worked! Two metal rods buried in his chest soaked by the rain. Metal rod, water, and electricity equals beast barbeque. I clenched tightly onto the taser ready for him to come at me as I tried to catch my breath. “That's for Anya you monster!” I growled. He rose from a distance, steaming like he was almost on fire even as the heavy rain slammed onto his burnt skin.

The adrenaline crash was absolute and unforgiving. As the catastrophic threat of the collar’s kill switch receded, my physical body finally registered the catastrophic damage it had sustained. System entering critical safe mode. The searing pain in my throat was a constant, blinding white static. Every breath felt like inhaling shattered glass. Xander hadn't moved. He was still kneeling on the mahogany floor, holding me against his chest with a grip that was terrifyingly strong yet impossibly careful. His thumb lightly traced the jagged fissure we had just blasted into the archaic iron.

My fingers closed tightly around a heavy, jagged shard of shattered metal, torn from the ambulance frame during the initial crash. Garrett squeezed harder. Bones in my neck creaked. "Goodnight, little wolf." Lungs burning, my vision fading to a narrow, dark tunnel, I tightened my grip on the bloody metal spike. With a final, screaming surge of adrenaline, I drove my arm directly upward. The jagged metal tore straight through the soft tissue beneath Garrett's jaw, sinking deep into his neck. His eyes widened in absolute shock. The crushing pressure on my throat vanished instantly. Garrett staggered back, clutching the bloody spike protruding from his throat. He tried to speak. A wet, gargling

Jaxon was at the edge of the ruined doorway, his hands shaking as he pulled a heavy, dark green grenade from his tactical vest. I drifted toward him, my hand outstretched, a spear of solid black shadow materializing in my palm. I was going to push it through his throat. I was going to watch the light leave his eyes just like he had watched mine fade in the kopalnia. But as I raised the spear, a agonizing, tearing sensation ripped through my own chest.

"Urgh! Retreat!" Sprt! A splatter of blood rained down from the skies. The crimson spike-like substance that emerged from their bellies lifted the four of them up into the air like insects as they all coughed up blood. "Fuck, he has a domain!" swore Lexus. "Wait a minute!" I took quick, blinking strides towards them. "Do not approach! He has a domain!" Erik screamed frantically as he attempted to cut the blood-coloured spike that had impaled his stomach.

It was the first time Raeleigh learned people would feel pain after their death. "Do you mean Santiago can feel pain?" Raeleigh asked. Xanthus explained, "Yes. More than that, the feeling would be rather intense as well. He has merely fallen into unconsciousness, trying to wake up, but his body isn't allowing him to, so he can only stay like this." "Even in his subconscious mind, his heart would suddenly spasm. We call this a systole spike in the medical field, which can prove that he reacts to pain."

Thump. “We can see your heart beating from space, my dear,” Thorne whispered, his voice gaining a chilling, intimate edge. “Every spike in your adrenaline, every flutter of the Sovereign’s pulse. We know you are holding a titanium needle in your right hand. We know you are standing four meters from the primary exit. Hide if you wish. But we aren't hunting you anymore. We are simply coming to collect the inventory.” A sharp metallic click echoed from the ventilation shaft above the changing table.

Alaric’s POV ​The North Spire sat on top of the old Government House. It was a jagged needle of black metal that pulsed with a rhythmic red light. Every time it pulsed, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. The signal was designed to irritate the Thorne blood, keeping it on edge, keeping it angry. It was a way to make sure no Thorne could ever find peace. ​"Are the teams in position?" I whispered into the small radio Jax had given me.