Tomorrow War White Spike Novels & Stories

I looked at him, and my breath caught—his eyes had turned a solid, brilliant, and terrifying white, reflecting a sky he couldn't even see yet. ​Through the layers of the ceiling, through the concrete and the smog, I could feel the Hive. They were no longer weeks away, drifting in the void; they were here, dropping out of warp like a hammer falling onto an anvil. A massive, mercury-hulled ship—miles long and shaped like a jagged, cruel needle—was already descending over the capital. Its underbelly was glowing with a thermal intensity so great it was beginning to melt the reinforced glass of the surrounding skyscrapers before it even touched the atmosphere.

I opened it. One new message. Wrong platform. Check the war room. And that was how Renaud broke: not into weakness, but into truth just in time for the next message to drag us home again.

And they were ready. A few hours later, Orion was on board, for real, this time, and was calculating warp coordinates. Quinn was stuffing himself with food, in preparation for the next battle. Willow walked into the room, rubbing his eyes. “Ohayo.”, he said without thinking. Quinn looked at him funny. “We’re not in Japan, weeb.” Willow ignored the remark and went to the fridge, taking out a Sprite bottle. The gulped down half of the table at once and sighed in satisfaction. “What are you doing?”, he asked, walking over to Orion who was clicking away at a keyboard. “I’m planning for tomorrow’s jump, we’re attacking him tomorrow, full scale.” Willow paused, mouth to bottle. “Tomorrow, huh?”, h