Aleena Sonic Novels & Stories

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.

EMP Surge (Handheld) Internal Acoustic SensorsEnvironmental Masking (Wind) The CoreHard-Wired GuardThe "Ring" Proximity Ethan used a small, high-frequency disruptor he’d salvaged in Marseille to fry the hatch's sensor. We dropped into a tunnel that smelled of liquid nitrogen and sterile plastic. The interior of the clinic was a labyrinth of white corridors and silent, humming machinery. This was where the "Weavers" were made. This was where Sarah’s face had been reconstructed. As we reached the central atrium, the sound of a piano echoed through the glass halls. It was a haunting, familiar melody—the same Chopin piece Eleanor used to play in New York.

Kaelen roared. He charged the clone. The boy didn't move. He didn't flinch. He just pressed a button on his cane. A high-pitched whine filled the arena. Kaelen stopped. He grabbed his head. He screamed. He fell to his knees clawing at his ears. "Sonic frequency," the boy explained calmly. "Designed specifically for the Genesis physiology. It liquefies the brain." Kaelen writhed in the mud. Blood began to pour from his ears.

I had to use the environment. "I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements." "Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.

The snow outside began to tremble. Blaise froze mid-step, head snapping up. The world around him stilled. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Then he heard it—a note so high it pierced through the storm’s quiet like light through glass. It wasn’t a sound of this world. It shimmered, woven of air and heartbeats and something sacred. “What’s that?” Beth gasped, clutching Ryker’s arm. Blaise’s hand went to his chest. “It’s her,” he whispered. “It’s Alora.”

Both the girls bid their mother and head out for Sonia’s birthday party. Elena’s high school friend, Sonia is a struggling professional designer in the crowded field of fashion industry in USA. Sometimes, even if there’s any small fashion show organised in the city, Sonia volunteers Elena to ramp walk or pose for photoshoots wearing her dresses. Elena also like to wear her custom-made designs, they were so unique, refined and her magnificent body carries her stitched outfits very elegantly. She looks classy in them and people appreciate her appearances in any party or occasions. And her sister, Rina was a diehard fan of her dressing sense and makeups. It’s not like Elena cakes up her face. N

Sia swallowed saliva nervous as she reached for the back to untie her mask but just then another figure joined them "Good evening ladies, lovely party Carmen" if Sia was a fool she would think the lady with a melodious voice was no mom but from the way she was dressed to the way she carried herself she knew it was none other than Eleanor aka Crystal her mom was standing before her just as the rest waited for her to take off the mask "Good to see you, Eleanor, just in time to meet my soon-to-be daughter-in-law, "Carmen said charmingly as she turned to Sia waiting for her to take off her mask and all the women together with her mom waited for her with a smile

Right now, her boss was the only one that she could actually trust despite the situation. “The sound stopped,” Michael said as he pressed a button on his watch. It was a button that allowed Alba to track them and contact him through the hearing device he had on his ear. He listened to Alba’s voice on the other line as Elena continued to take deep breaths beside him.

He looked like a man who had just realized he’d made a deal with the devil to save a ghost. "Father... wait," Alexander stammered, stepping between Silas and the bed. "The agreement was a medical transfer. No spikes." "The agreement changed the moment you fell in love with the hardware, son," Silas spat. Silas pressed the button. The room didn't explode. Instead, a high-frequency shriek tore through the air the "Containment Protocol" Elena had found. It was a sonic weapon designed to paralyze the Architect. Elena fell to her knees, clutching her head, her silver aura flickering and dying. She looked up at Alexander, her eyes filled with a raw, bleeding betrayal.

Sienna added, sipping her wine. “I could not agree more.” Elianna swam toward us again, expression perfectly composed like she had not just detonated a man’s self-control in public. Sienna was watching her with suspicion. “You are a menace,” Sienna said. “I am bored,” Elianna replied. “That is worse.” Elianna dipped under the water briefly, then resurfaced closer to Sienna. “Speaking of boredom,” she said casually, “why are you always on the phone with Enzo?”