Spike doesn't know how long he's been running - he just knows he can't stop. He doesn't know why the ponies keep hunting him - he just knows they won't stop. From the sky, from the earth, from the water and all the between places, the ponies emerge with their tricks and their ambushes and their unrelenting hunger. He's just the appetizer in a banquet that never ends.

Thanks to a certain crazy person who would like to remain anonymous, this story now has a cover that actually looks good! You can find the commissioned artist, SapphireGamgee, over at Deviantart. Just, uh, be careful when you're browsing the 'More from Deviantart' section. Things get really weird, really fast. I blame myself for this.

When Sir Spike the Fireheart is framed by a fellow knight and branded a traitor to the Kingdom of Equestria for crimes he did not commit, he escapes persecution and makes a new life in the Everfree forest with a thief by the name of Pipsqueak. All the while, the seeds of vengeance slowly begin to bloom, and with the help of a strange cast of allies, he seeks to right the wrongs done unto his name. Cover Art belongs to: John Joseco. If asked by the artist, I will remove it.

This isn't the Equestria you know. The days of resolving things peacefully are well past. Friendship is just a luxury. All that matters is Order. That is where the true peace is: in Her Highness' Vision. No alternative, no questions. Either follow it and live by her grace, or deny it and face merciless retribution. The full force of her holy wrath, dealt by her most Vicious Agent.

It's not an easy job, but someone has to do it. Books can't find their way home on their own. Have to get 'em all, and Celestia help those who get between them and their guardian angel. He's a mean one.

And I should know: I'm him.

{Equestria Daily featured, 5/9/2014}

Life is full of twists and turns and as such will even regress on itself. Meaning the past will come back to haunt you. Spike will learn this the hard way when a big shot director from Canterlot decides to turn his best selling novel, The Diamond's Eyes, into a play. As it would turn out, this director is none other than Diamond Tiara, his ex-marefriend and the one he almost proposed to.

Between dealing with this bombshell, a businessman has set his sights one owning The Silver Note, the club he, Pipsqueak, and Sweetie Belle have owned fro nearly two years. Intent on owning the jazz club at any cost, Bigwig resorts to underhanded tactics to procure it, even going so far as to use Sweetie's ex-husband. With the threat of losing the club and dealing with his past, Spike will find that facing the past and providing second chances will set all right in the world.

Edited by Stellar Spiral

Have you ever wondered what Spike actually thought?

On the eve of the Summer Sun Celebration, Spike discovers all of Ponyville has been trapped in a deep sleep by an unknown enemy. What's more, even he himself is falling victim to the spell. Fortunately, the Princess of the Night is wide awake, even when she sleeps.

Spike's been feeling down on himself lately. Perhaps a flower might help?

Dramatic Reading by Neighrator Pony.

Spike always thought that his love life was simple: chase Rarity, eventually win Rarity. But a surprise confession from a friend complicates matters in a way he never could have expected.

Cover art by the very talented Magello!
Further thanks to Setokaiva for lending his discerning eye.

Spike, along with Snips and Snails, discuss the more important topics plaguing the denizens of Equestria such as who's hotter to weird fetishes.

[Anthros are present in this fic.]

A day of happiness turns sour and thrusts Spike into a world he never dreamed of entering. The villain's world. Now on the run from Celestia and other ponies, Spike must discover what was so bad that had him exiled. But there's also something else brewing in Equestria.

It'll be up to Spike and some other beings that have never been seen before to stop this new threat as Spike fights for his life.

This is the story of how Spike will become: The Last Draconian