Beast Sonic Novels & Stories

Echo’s Pov: I am Echo Belle Johnson. Really long name, right? Many people gets confused when I actually say that I own both the name Echo and Belle. Both of the names are contrasting with the actual characters I own. I don’t even understand why I have the name Echo when I was the most silent person when I was kid and why I got the name Belle when I was an ordinary beauty who wasn’t even in the top twenty beauty of the classes I attended to.

‘Woosh! ‘Thud — crack!’ ‘Boom!’ Three sounds seemed to have pierced through the heavens. The first was the dash of Lingxi's sword. The second was my fist burning with energy that'd sunk into the flesh of the mighty Scarlet Ape's rib, simultaneously causing the sounds of breaking bones in our ears. And finally, the impact of that punch on the beast. The mountain-shaking boom projected the beast in the air as consciousness immediately slipped off it. It fell down some metres away, lying limply as though it had not been the same animal that'd proudly governed the territory.

But you must understand—I wouldn't ask this of you if the alternative weren't worse. From beyond the vault's reinforced entrance, the sound of tactical penetration equipment echoed against centuries-old stone. Not standard security forces—something more advanced. Something with capabilities that made even Carlos Rodriguez visibly tense. Sonia's tactical mind processed the approaching threat. "Military-grade sonic disruptors," she assessed. "Designed to incapacitate neural implants." Her eyes met Alex's with alarm. "They're specifically coming for you." Two minutes, thirty seconds until security breach. Two minutes, fifteen seconds until the Protocol activation window closed. A heartbeat for

His fist skimmed my shoulder, but I grabbed a chunk of broken wood from the crate behind me and swung it hard. Crack. Straight into Arnou’s arm as he lunged. He howled in pain, stumbling back. They all looked stunned, just for a second. That was enough. I slipped my hand into my coat pocket and twisted something small and sharp. Shriek. A high-pitched pulse ripped through the clearing like a banshee’s cry. The others dropped to their knees, howling in pain, hands clutching their ears and gritting their teeth. It was a tiny shard of sonic crystal. I’d borrowed it from Mira, tweaked it using leftover training tech, tuned it to hit frequencies only wolves could hear. One sharp twist and it woul

A hunger so deep it threatened to swallow me whole. Then, Marcel Monet stepped through the ruins of the door. He looked at the beast, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and scientific greed. “Incredible,” he whispered, even as his hand shook while reaching for a high-tech sonic disruptor. “The biological potential… it’s limitless.” The Apex turned. He sensed the source of the Monet bloodline—the blood that ran through my father, and through me. He let out a roar that shattered the glass of the high windows, the sound waves hitting me like a physical blow.

Tank hollered back. Before Dax could give the order to roll, the ambient noise of the glowing jungle shifted. The erratic, echoing cries of the Origin-Beasts were suddenly silenced, replaced by a sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was a high-pitched, oscillating whinelike a jet turbine spinning up, but clean, synthetic, and completely devoid of the mechanical friction of the old world. "Incoming!" Reaper shouted, his sniper scope already trained on the southern ridge. "Fast movers! They aren't touching the ground!"

The car turned onto the highway and began picking up speed. I drew my lips into a tight line, afraid of giving anything away lest they notice something amiss. Ezra grabbed the wheel and drove steadily, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Suddenly, I heard a low, buzzing sound in my ears. It wasn't the sound of my phone vibrating. It was my mind-link! This was the pack's internal communication method, and I could also hear everything clearly. I could hear Ezra's excited voice as he spoke in Wolfish. "Alpha Felix? The prey's about to escape from her cage! We're on the highway now! Should I finish her off in the car?

For if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known about Eva and Marie’s Sonic Clap. Sonic Clap was a sound based martial art that was difficult to study. Among the Undead, only a few with the exception of Eva and Marie had been able to study this skill and only three – two of them being the female assassins trying to kill Aiden – had been able to completely master it. Sonic Clap wasn’t as destructive as other martial arts, but it was very dangerous. Armed with the ability to destroy the eardrums of any who heard it and disorient as well as temporarily destroy the sense of balance of a person, Sonic Clap was not to be underestimated. Its greatest flaw however was that it was only best used as a sneak

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.