Thorax X Spike Novels & Stories

"Hold on! She’s inside! Sereia is inside the armor!" Xander let out a howl that wasn't a sound, but a Frequency Spike. He looked up at the violet pillar, his silver eyes turning a blinding, molten white. He could feel the "Migration" pulling at his marrow, trying to turn his Alpha-heat into 0s and 1s. If she’s the software, Xander thought, his teeth baring in a snarl of pure, "Legacy" rage, then I am the Physical Constraint.

We were together now. I moaned in his mouth as one of his hands reached up and kneaded my boob. The shirt provided torturous friction to my nipples. We were getting breathless by the second but we weren't willing to part. I could feel the barrier between our minds open as Dadhlia and Spike celebrated the long-awaited ecstasy. Xavier's hand lowered to my hips and then, he bent to hold my thighs securely before I was carried and I wrapped my legs around his torso making him groan. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

With his angry roar, everyone could see a purple god ray suddenly appear under his feet and enveloped him. This purple god ray flew up from the ground, which was hard to defend against. "Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" With the appearance of the purple god ray, before the crowd could really react, suddenly, sharp and long thorns appeared. The spikes were extremely sharp, and wherever they passed, even a huge boulder would be pierced through. Furthermore, the spikes seemed to possess a rotten power, and even after the boulder was pierced through, it would instantly melt into mud!

Squeaked Sprout. xeTitan did not shift. He ran towards the Soucouyant in his current form. She swung the Axe skilfully over her own head in a circular motion. It flew through the air, narrowly avoiding Titan’s neck as he ducked. The Axe rebounded like a boomerang, spinning in the air again and again as it flew back to the Soucouyant who caught it. She sent it flying again, aiming for Titan, trying to decapitate the Beta. Titan’s hand grabbed for the air-born Axe but the sharp blade sliced his palm. She charged at Titan at full speed with the Axe in hand, continuously swinging it towards his neck. Titan dodged every swing until he began to tire out. Something about this house was draining him

he cried, his voice muffled through the heavy seals. "Leo! Hang on, baby, we're coming!" I screamed, lunging toward the base of the platform. Before I could take three steps, a wall of crackling violet lightning erupted from the floor tiles in front of us, and I skidded to a halt with Jaxon. "I wouldn't cross that line if I were you, human," Vance sneered, tilting his head. "The flooring of this nexus is wired straight into the spire's core reactor. Step over it, and you'll be vaporized down to your constituent atoms."

… Spike listened to it over and over again. He seemed to be full of anticipation. ‘Mommy’s voice is so lovely. ‘She must be especially pretty. ‘I want to see Mommy.’ As he thought about it, he remembered what Rory said yesterday. He could not see his mom, and his appearance would only make her sad. Spike held the phone and sniffled. ‘Mommy…’ He mouthed. … Richworth. After two days, Mable finally developed the antidote for Vortex using the A117 reagent.

It was the loudest silence she had ever heard. "Jax still has the explosive charges?" she asked. "Some of them survived the crash," Dax said. He was standing to her left, studying the spire with the particular focused stillness that she had come to recognise as his version of fury. It was not a loud anger. It never had been. Dax Steele did not break things when he was angry. He became very quiet and very precise, and things broke anyway.

THE DEMON growled loudly, spreading her tentacles fast that only point in one direction. Xurden had thought that this kind of creature didn’t even learn a single thing. They forgot exorcists that could face them existed everywhere, and he was the one who was best at it since he was a god. Demons always thought they were more powerful, which made them blind to the truth. That’s why Xurden didn’t have a hard time dealing with her. As the tentacles get closer, he raised his hand, releasing ice spikes from the bloody floor. The spikes stopped the tentacles from moving, which made the demon shriek aloud. Xurden didn’t hold back, and he sent a bigger spike toward the demon hitting her stomach wher

Strange ancient markings moved slowly around it like smoke trapped inside glass. But surrounding it were spikes. Hundreds of them. Long black spikes rose from the ground in circles around the Vaeruthan, each one at least eight feet tall and sharp enough to pierce straight through a body. My stomach dropped instantly. “The same metal…” Rowe whispered fearfully. I looked closer. He was right. The spikes were made from the exact same material as the black dagger and the spear that killed Cassian. No normal person could get through that alive. Behind us, footsteps echoed. Slowly and calmly.

“The ritual... must have a stable vessel. Should you begin... when I am in flux... the mountain will fall. You know the legends. The Sovereign blood... That needs to be stable, or it Will wrench the Spire out of the ground.” I did not lie about the legends, but I did not know whether they were true or not. But up in the Spire there was superstition galore. The guards glanced at one another, and the silence in the room became heavy with suspicion. Then the doors were opened, with a sound that was heavy and grinding. Four servants lifted Thorne on a litter. He looked horrific. He was awake, with sunken and bloodshot eyes and a waxy yellow skin. The Belladonna had numbed his limbs, yet his head