Thorax X Spike Novels & Stories

Because she had seen these creatures in their natural state, she easily guessed what each weapon was as she lifted them. The table featured reinforced, heavy metal muzzle spikes, possibly to help maximize the damage when biting into thick monster hides. There were also jaw extenders, claw and limb enhancements like brass knuckles and spiked elbow and knee guards, darts, spears, weighted tail collars that Thora imagined could turn a simple tail-whip into a devastating strike. She moved along, skimming her hands over everything. She couldn’t help but be astounded. “What the hell are you doing in here?” Came an angry, booming voice.

I lifted Lilith up, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct, my length rubbing up against her ass. But before I could truly enjoy her naked flesh being against mine, a sharp pain flared up my spine, pulling me out of my lust-filled haze as I started back at Lilith in confusion. My eyes widened as I took in her satisfied smirk. And the pain spread into my chest. I looked down to find a black spike poking through my chest, right through my heart. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't. Lilith moved away from me, her smile only widening as she took in my pained expression.

Darius inhaled sharply. “Stop,” he warned. She froze. “I’m not touching you.” “You don’t need to,” he said. “That’s the problem.” The warmth inside her flared suddenly, heat rushing through her veins, settling low in her belly in a way that startled her. She gasped, clutching the edge of the stone mantel. Darius swore under his breath. “That’s a resonance spike,” he said. “It shouldn’t be happening this early.” “Make it stop,” she whispered.

The line locked: At the throat where the paths turn, present tribute and the twin keepers will part the stone. Lizzi’s monitor twitched again. “There’s the tapping,” she said softly. “Three spikes, pause, three—closer now.” Another thud, deeper than hearing—felt in the teeth. Dust rained along the crack like fine snow. The Worm’s casing pinged once, as if something had touched it from the other side. Sean drew—reluctantly—a compact pistol, kept it low.

He lay slumped against the base of a shattered pillar, his breath coming in shallow, wet rattles. Xander was at his side in a heartbeat, his hands hovering over the wound. The injury was horrific; it wasn't just a physical laceration. The spike was a piece of "Negative Aether," designed to unravel the biological frequency of whatever it touched. The edges of the wound were glowing with a sickly, necrotic violet light, and the flesh seemed to be pixelating, turning into grey ash even as they watched. "Marrow! Thorne! Secure the perimeter!" Xander barked, his Alpha command cutting through the chaos. "The shields are down to ten percent. If they hit us again, the mountain falls!"

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Chase's brows furrowed. A wave of extreme danger surged from behind him, like a volcano about to erupt. Chase spun around abruptly, raising his arm just in time to catch a flying projectile midair. It was a metal spike! With a slight squeeze, the spike crumbled to dust in his hand. Immediately after, the sharp sound of something cutting through the air echoed again, and another spike came hurtling toward him. Chase's face remained expressionless. He threw a punch, sending the spike back where it came from.

Ariel gasped in pain, his breath coming in short spurts as he looked at the spike embedded in his chest. Where did he get a spike from in the first place? It hurt like hell! Ariel could feel it touching parts of his innards that weren't supposed to be touched. The spike was in deep. He needed to get it out. He felt her before she even arrived. Like an invisble tug in his stomach. Ariel looked up at the door and there she was.

He furiously charges towards Zitrey. Zitrey jumps backward and defends herself against raging X. A 'clang' sound and a spark come out from striking of their weapons. She simply swayed the iron pole against the massive force X given off. “F*ck you, F*ck You! F*ck You!!!”

"The Tenth Life... it’s tired of hiding. It wants to be shared." ​"Do it," I said, my voice vibrating with a power I didn't recognize. ​I reached behind my back, locking my fingers with his. ​BOOM. ​The "Forbidden Touch" didn't just spark—it detonated. ​A dome of violet and silver energy blasted outward in a perfect, lethal circle. Shipping crates made of reinforced steel turned to splinters in a heartbeat. The soldiers didn't even have time to scream. One moment they were pulling triggers; the next, they were nothing but fine white ash dancing in the draft.

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.