Thorax X Spike Novels & Stories

“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

The Voidborn screamed, recoiling with a sizzling noise. But then, the monster turned to Damien—and threw something from its body. A spike—long, black, and pulsing with darkness—flew straight at Damien’s chest. “No!” I screamed. Theo moved, too late. But Quinton— He threw himself in the way. The spike hit him with a sickening crunch. He went down. My scream shattered the air. I shifted again mid-run, human form crashing to my knees beside Quinton’s still body. Blood poured from the wound in his shoulder—dark and thick. Too much.

"The crystals are 'Thermal-Conductive.' They’re acting like heat-sinks, sucking the internal warmth out of the residential sectors and venting it into the vacuum. If we don't break them off, the Spire will be frozen solid within the week." As the spikes grew, they wedged themselves into the pores of the bronze-wood. Because ice expands as it freezes, the spikes acted as millions of tiny, crystalline crowbars, slowly prying the city’s hermetic seals apart. The sound was a constant, high-pitched ping-crack that resonated through the corridors, the sound of the city being dismantled by the cold.

Its body was glowing with dark red light. Swoosh! A bony spike shining with bright light fell off the Thunder Leopard's body and darted fiercely at Chu Xun. Chu Xun took a step to the side, and the bony spike hit the mountain wall a hundred meters away. With a boom, the wall blew up when the spike hit it, and broken stones flew in all directions. The Thunder Leopard let out an angry roar when it found that Chu Xun successfully dodged the attack. Red light swirled around its body, and several shining bony spikes shot out from its body and came swooshing at Chu Xun.

Dante warned, his massive arm reaching out to intercept a secondary squad of tactical officers who had just breached the rear doors. They didn't use bullets this time. They had heavy, high-voltage "Stun-Pikes"—real-world versions of the weapons the Spire-Elite used to suppress the slave riots. They thrust the rods into Dante's ribs, a million volts of electricity arcing across his dark bronze skin, turning his scars into glowing white lines.

Aim for the chest! Xander quickly jumped up with a surge of velocity, pointing his sword at the glowing light in the creature's chest. The sharp edge cut through the shadows, hitting the source of the creature's strength. A blinding flash of light occurred when the creature's energy erupted, causing shockwaves in the chamber. As the creature started to break apart, the shadows that made up its form disappeared, and it let out one last, pained roar. Xander was pushed back by the explosion's impact, landing forcefully on the ground. The room became quiet as the heavy darkness disappeared.

Every nerve in his skin screamed in agony as it was destroyed. “I'm so sorry,” Empusa's impassioned voice whispered in his ear just before William heard the creak of the old lever, which caused the spikes to fall. He tried to force his muscles to relax to minimize the resistance as the spikes came down. They drove home with a sickening thud; the weight of the grate resting fully on top of him. He felt the pop of his lungs deflate as they were impaled and found himself listening to the sound it made. Something like air leaking from a balloon.

If it meant survival required a pound of flesh as an offering then so be it, the toll would be paid. He grabbed hold of the spike close to where it connected with the club giving it a hard jerk.. Only to discover it wasn't budging. It was far more durable than he anticipated. He figured the flower had been so resistant to his attack because it's torso was the thickest part of it's body, but the spike seem to be just as, if not even more durable. Ignoring the pain he grabbed hold of both ends. Pushing down on one side and pulling up on the other, he could finally hear the sound of the spike cracking at it's base moments before finally snapping clean off. A small smile tugged at his lips.

His face twisted with rage, and at some point, a bone spike had appeared in his hand. Morgan's face darkened. "That's a Beast Supreme Bone Spur. Forged from the spine of a peak apex overbeast after its death. Prince Freddie refined it into a weapon. It carries remnants of supreme energy," he said grimly. He said it loud enough for Gideon to hear. But Gideon just smirked coldly. "That's a bone spike of a Supreme Beast? Not bad. I want it. Freddie, hand over my wife unharmed. Give me that Beast Supreme Bone Spur as compensation. Then, I'll let this go. Otherwise, suffer the consequences."

You glitch. The glyphs flickered. For one precious half‑second, the entire panel stuttered, its spikes pausing mid‑retract. Jax darted past that section, catching my shoulder and dragging me through the suddenly narrow “safe” slice of space. A spike on the right nicked his thigh; he hissed but kept going. “Thanks for the bug exploit,” he grunted. “Shut up and run,” I panted. 00:20 The exit arch blazed brighter, sensing us.