Aleena Sonic Novels & Stories

I shot my dad a quick text and was received poorly as he sent back an angry face and crying face emoji. “Good morning Miss Summers, Mrs. Murdock” the pilot says as he shakes our hands once we’ve boarded. “I’m Captain Reese and I’ll be flying you from JFK to LAX on this lovely day. The flight will be six hours today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.”

“I was buried.” The exact echo of Elias. Same language. Same pattern. That was no accident. Aurelia reached trembling fingers toward her— but Sabine suddenly shouted: “Wait!” Too late. Aurelia touched Elena’s hand. Ice cold. Not natural cold. Artificial. Then Aurelia saw it— the faint surgical seam behind Elena’s ear. Tiny. Hidden. Mechanical. Marcus moved closer instantly. “That is not normal.” Elena looked at him. “No. It isn’t.”

Inside, five tiny wires sparkled like veins—green, blue, yellow, white, and purple. Holden’s voice was low and tense. “This version is sensitive to pressure and microcurrent fluctuations. If I misjudge the timing by even half a second—” “We won’t,” Elena said. “Tell me what to do.” Holden inhaled deeply. His fingers moved with hers. They synchronized breath. Movement. Pressure. His voice guided her. “On my signal… we cut the green one.” She nodded. “Steady breath,” he murmured. “Steady,” she whispered.

The real Julian tackled the clone, slamming it into the wall. Selene screamed, diving out of the way as sparks flew. Alma kept typing. 94%. Echo punched Julian square in the ribs. Something cracked. Julian hit the floor hard, gasping. Echo turned to Alma. She looked up. And smiled. “Hello, pretty puppet,” Echo said in Julian’s voice. Alma raised her hand. And stabbed a screwdriver into Echo’s eye. It screamed, a digitized, corrupted sound, and staggered back. “Julian! The panel!” she yelled.

Beginning from the bottom layer of the multiple tiers of snacks, there was cake, then pizza, then beautifully arranged shawarma before going on to the colourful cupcakes and meatpies and egg rows and then. Oh God no! Timi's lips stood on top of the snacks like a crown, mushing sexily in expectance for me to kiss it. Now I needed to dip my entire soul into a lagoon of holy water. Ugh! The holy and the Ivy, when they are both full grown..." Someone needed to tell this woman her voice is bad. I thought, as our music teacher continued singing. It was time for extracurricular activities and I was in music club. It got annoying each time she hit a note and felt like the best in the world.

“Something… deeper.” The room darkened slightly. Tidelines pulsed. A low, ancient hum echoed through the chamber—like a sea creature’s voice vibrating through stone. Alessia lifted her hand, luminescence flowing around her fingers. “Where is it coming from?” she asked. Rian checked the lines. “E-everywhere. The Eidolon is… awake.” “Finally,” Alessia murmured. Kael clicked his blade into place. “Let it wake. It’ll see us soon enough.”

“We’re not looking for a fight this time. We’re looking for an ending.” Sonia ran her fingers along the cold metal railing, her breath fogging in the chilly air. “And what if they’re ready for us?” she asked. Eric stepped closer, brushing her hand with his. “Then we finish what we started, no matter what it costs.” Silas snorted, a grim smile playing on his lips. “Dramatic, as always.” But Sonia saw the truth behind the humor — he was scared too. A soft beep cut through the moment. Alex’s drone rose into the air, buzzing past the compound walls, its tiny camera feeding real-time footage to his tablet. Sonia watched as sterile hallways unfolded on the screen, guards pacing, doors reinforced w

"I can generate sonic interference. Disrupt magical frequencies." "Do it!" She activated something on her phone. A high-pitched sound erupted. Selene flinched. Her aura flickered. "It's working!" Nova said. But then the howling intensified. The alphas were compensating. Pushing harder. "We need more power!" Sienna said. I grabbed Selene's hand and channeled Eclipse power through our Guardian Bond. Pushing back against the dark magic. Fighting for control. Through the bond, I felt the alphas' presence. Felt their hunger. Their intelligence.

Klaus yelled. "Overload the system!" Sebastian roared. "Now!" Klaus grinned. A manic, punk-rock grin. He pulled out a remote detonator (which apparently controlled the club's sound system, not a bomb). "Eat this, fascists!" He cranked the dial. [ VOLUME: 100% -> ERROR ] WUB-WUB-WUB-SCREEEEEEEE! A frequency so low and so loud it wasn't heard—it was felt. The speakers exploded with a shockwave of sound. The Cleaners on the catwalk stumbled, clutching their helmets. The sonic pressure disoriented their inner ears. Their vision blurred.