Tomorrow War White Spike Novels & Stories

[The Final Vow] The world was no longer glass and steel; it was a screaming expanse of black water and white searchlights. We were perched on a jagged slab of reinforced polymer—the literal tip of the Spire—bobbing in a sea that had just swallowed a million lives. The air tasted of salt, ash, and the ozone of the fleet hovering above us. Those gunships weren't there for a rescue. They were the cleanup crew.

He looked at the towering Spire, the target he had been hunting since the day he realized his game was a lie. "Ghost Army. Ironheads," Ren's voice echoed across the digital wasteland and the physical plaza simultaneously, a unified broadcast of rebellion. "The Admin tried to bury us in the Sump. They tried to burn us at the bridge. They tried to crush us in the dark. And we are still here." Ren slung the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle over his shoulder and grabbed his heavy canvas coat. " We hold the Square. Rest your weapons and patch your armor." Ren looked at the pristine white tower. "Tomorrow, we climb the Spire."

That seemed like a decent company. "Why don't I come to see you tomorrow instead?" White asked trying to bargain. "It will be just for a few minutes. Plus my schedule is really busy tomorrow." Kiah said so innocently. White only chuckled, perhaps he was surprised that his daughter said she had a busier schedule for tomorrow. "Alright, but you should got back home early so that you go to bed early." He sighed giving in. I half whispered a yes to myself. "Thank you daddy." Kiah said with a wide grin plastered on her face.

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

James arched one brow and replied crossly, “You’d be wrong then.” “Sir?” His head swiveled from the elevator’s display to look down his straight narrow nose at Evelyn in a way that made her feel like a field mouse spotted by a hungry hawk. “It’s well in the hole already, Miss Moore, and I don’t share the optimism of the other commission members about it recovering later in the season after school has let out. The World of Tomorrow is already the financial deficit of tomorrow for many of its private investors, myself included. Whalen flatly refused to take into consideration the average American's household income. The high prices at the fair— for admission, for rides, for food, for souvenirs

Since the White Tiger warcraft did not launch the first attack this time, the opponents were caught off guard by the appearance of the Black Hawk warcraft. By the time they reacted, they had lost several warcraft just like that. Pilots of the White Tiger warcraft were instantly furious. When had they ever been humiliated like this? They were the main warcraft team of the white tiger territory. As long as they made a move, the opponents would either surrender or be easily obliterated. They had never suffered such a big loss before.

The blue door began to vibrate with a low-frequency hum. "We weren't supposed to fall in love," I said to the market, to Elias, and to the wooden stars. "We were the kill-switch and the virus. The 'Billionaire Romance' was the only way we could stay in the same room without the Spire realizing we were fighting a war for our own existence." The Closing of the Draft The violet light in the sky didn't explode. It settled. The White Horizon, which had been lurking at the edge of the forest, didn't move forward. It dissolved into a gentle, morning mist that smelled of lavender and old paper.

My father said. "We think we should set up a marriage between you and the Spanish Mafia." My Grandfather said. "No." Came Adriens voice before I could even open my mouth to say anything. "He needs to be married so he can take over." "And I will be, but not to the Daughter of the Spanish Mafia. I have waited this long to find the White Dove; I will wait as long as it takes for her to be ready." I told him. "You have to understand." Alek started.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"