Aleena Sonic Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe Lilah finally managed to track you down!” Lissa shook her head, the ice clinking in her glass of iced tea as she raised the glass to take a sip. Bellamy sighed as he speared his fork into a sausage. “It’s my own fault, I’ve avoided using magic for months so she wouldn’t be able to sense me… I just wanted Thea to have a good night and not be worried about… well, you know.” Lissa’s jackhammered in her seat, “It’s sooooo cool that she’s a siren! What’s her song like? Do you think she’d show me her wings? I wish I could’ve seen Lilah’s bitch face when you saw you with Thea.”

The sound of the music was so deafening that it didn't disturb the people who were gathered in one of the large rooms. In fact, they are increasingly excited, contorting their bodies as if enjoying the atmosphere of the night. Those who come to a place like this are none other than people who need entertainment to simply shake off the feeling of loneliness. Some are here because of work demands. Work? Yes, one of them is Sieena Alexandria Putria, better known by her stage name, DJ Alexa. Her passion for music led Sienna to become a DJ.

The air around us thickened, the tension palpable. "Ms. Diana, I've recently developed a bit of an interest in you," Elena said, her voice suddenly playful yet cold. "You know, I've been doing some research lately, and I've learned quite a lot." She paused, her eyes gleaming faintly as a barely noticeable smirk curled at the corner of her mouth. "I think I should start calling you... Ms. Fern?"

She would need Serena's attention on the journey she's about to take. * *The next day* Eleanor drove quietly to Lina's house. Serena was busy with her phone on the passenger's side. Eleanor played "Shape of You by Ed Sheeran." The drive was silent and peaceful, unlike when she was driving with Emil. Well, with Emil, it is expected to be noisy and full of disturbance.

The high-frequency static from the fallen jacket pocket cut through the roar of the collapsing cavern like a thin glass blade. Elena lay on the shifting gravel, her fingers dug deep into the wet clay as the ground beneath her tilted toward the fiery abyss. The electronic chime pulsed three times, a clean, synthetic sound that had no business existing in this ancient tomb of stone and rot. Then, the line opened. The voice that spilled from the speaker did not have the gravelly roughness of the outland Alphas or the heavy, clinical weight of Judicator Trevor. It was a precise, melodic tone, carrying an aristocratic accent that Elena had heard only once before, in the whispered nightmares of he

Even with the noise-canceling headphones, her nose was bleeding, the vibrations of the mountain’s awakening was raw and agonizing to her sensory connection. "They're... they're inside my head!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "The frequency is too loud! It's not just the machines, Zack! The mountain... it's screaming at us to open the door!" "Caleb, keep us hidden!" Elena yelled, her voice was fierce as she swung her heavy wrench, cracking the optical lens of a Synthetic that had breached Colin's wall. Blue, synthetic fluid sprayed across her face, but she didn't even blink.