Thorax X Spike Novels & Stories

Leo whispered. ​The surge of energy was absolute. A pillar of pure, white light erupted from the Rift, shooting straight into the sky. The violet gas was instantly incinerated. The "Apex" wolves on the peaks collapsed, the red glow in their eyes extinguished by the purge. Thorne, caught in the epicenter of the blast, was vaporized, his silver armor turning to dust. ​The platform groaned and began to tilt. The cables were snapping, one by one.

The sound was a mechanical snap, loud as a gunshot, echoing from the walls. From the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, hidden compartments slid open. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. Silver spikes. They shot out from everywhere. Hundreds of them. They were six feet long, as thick as doorknobs, and made of pure, toxic silver. They moved with terrifying speed, aiming for the center of the room—for anyone standing near the pedestal. They were heading straight for Nash. Nash was frozen, his hand locked onto the dagger. He was looking at me, his eyes wide with the realization of his death. He couldn't move fast enough. The spikes were seconds away.

“I did.” “Good. Use them tomorrow” And so he had. The spikes were specially crafted by a top blacksmith after the group stages had ended. They had been made during the break they had been given and were the non-lethal type. They weren’t as sharp or as long as regular spikes. But they were good enough to injure a person well enough to force a referee to call off the match. Soon Orange Monk crushed into Blue Mantis, and the spikes went through the armor and into the man’s chest. Then Orange Monk quickly pulled out the spikes and punched Blue Mantis with all of his strength, on the same spot!

Thinking now on how Xavier, instead of talking me through his reservations, shoved a handkerchief soaked in Wolfsbane up my nose filled me with rage, and were it not for the little of my self-preservative instincts that remained, I would’ve tried to go in for another attack. After what felt like an eternity (though it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds), Xavier let out a chuckle which quickly morphed into a low groan as he straightened to his full height, reminding me once more of just how tiny I was. “You pack a mean punch, Spitfire,” he said. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as the beginnings of a smile played around the edges of his lips, and when he gave me a thumbs-up

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.