Aliens Sonic Novels & Stories

The lagoon water slapped against the stolen boat’s hull as they cut through the night, Lagos burning behind them like a funeral pyre for the old world. The alien fleet hovered above the city like gods who had grown bored with waiting. Blue energy beams lanced down intermittently, converting entire blocks into hybrid breeding grounds. Screams carried across the water, distorted by the signal that still pulsed in Alex’s blood.

"We are physically identical to your kind while we wear your form. Part of the agreement our people made with yours was we would retain a human form. Neither of us belong to a high enough class to know why this was arranged. We do abide by the treaty however which means we are 'normal' in the sense we have no differences between our bodies and yours." "I told you they were shapeshifters!" Ryan and Brian laughed together as they steered the vehicle through the streets of the city. Tom could barely believe they were moving in a land vehicle with the smoothness of the drive. He supposed it would be entertaining to meet an alien species for the first time if one had never believed in them prior.

The walls were like a giant trampoline. "Fuck. You could've told me that." -Focus.- Octnavin snapped in his mind again. -Your opponent is the Melzian. The alien is mostly harmless.- -Harmless?- Sloan asked in his mind. Jumping up, Sloan ran again, all the while talking to Octnavin. -That thing has got teeth!- -You have teeth, and you are mostly harmless.- Octnavin pointed out.

The sonic effect skipped everyone who wore the device, including KR members. Vinsen sensed the sonic screamer even before Kayla thought of screaming. He stood on the top of a tower he knew by the solid structure, wasn't susceptible to the sonic effect. With his mind, and hand motions, he controlled the power of the sonic with his eyes closed. He trapped the effects within the borders of V Empire premises, directed the movement of the sonic effects, and told it whom to kill and who not to, what to destroy and what not to. The trees stopped moving, and all KR members and wolves were unharmed, but V Empire and everything related to them got destroyed. The vampires in the tower burst at the soun

"You're grinning like a small kid." Stralath tapped his face, "The rapper has two cheek dents—like me." "The who?" Drusdor asked. "You're both freaks." Cleona rolled her eyes. "I'm an alien gobbling mutant, yet I'm the sane one." She led the way as Stralath stroked his phone once before sliding back in his pocket. Mission accomplished. It was time to focus, and he had the opportunity to interrogate a possible Fisheri—a member of an extinct alien species. His blood warmed as he wondered over their evolution. Were the earth-born sirens also deadly predators, like their predecessors? And would they want to return to their water world?

I said Mangey purrs. I turned around to see a massive yellow wisp, angry and under Corona’s control “its the drill wisp it used to be an ally to Sonic back at Sonic Colours now Corona has brainwashed it to stop me” I said, Sonic was in tears and shock to see the yellow drill wisp now massive and angry ready to stop me. My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp.

Satria’s voice was filled with trepidation when she asked, “She’s going to kill off all of the aliens?” “She created it for the ones inside the planet. I’m not sure how closely we resemble them in makeup and I’m not willing to find out,” Alice said.

The Resonance Engine pulsed with an ethereal violet glow, illuminating the abyssal plain like an alien sun. Its concentric rings spun in a silent, mesmerizing dance, each rotation generating a harmonic frequency that hummed in Elara’s bones. This was the Architects' final sanctuary, their desperate attempt to hide the Earth, and it was guarded by horrors. "Sonic Shield deploying!" Mina’s voice crackled through their comms, distorted by the dense, oxygenated fluid filling their suits.

Julian asked, his hand sliding toward the heavy tactical knife at his belt. "Four. No, five," I corrected, my voice trembling. "They’re using the same masking tech I have. My sensors can barely pick them up." "Then they can't see us either," Julian reasoned. "They don't need to see us, Julian. They have sonic trackers. They’re listening for our heartbeats." As if on cue, a soft ping echoed through the tunnel. It was a sonar pulse, high-pitched and painful. "Elias, suppressors!" I commanded.