Blaze Sonic Rush Novels & Stories

The sound is a weaponized resonance, engineered to detonate the silver curse and obliterate the elders into fine powder along with anyone listening. The destructive sonic wave threatens to tear our eardrums apart, turning the sacred assembly hall into a screaming vortex of shattered metal and high-frequency agony. I grit my teeth against the blinding pain in my temples, raising my arm to shield my face as jagged fragments of silver rain down across the dais like deadly shrapnel.

My vision flared white-hot, the skin along my fingers splitting as my claws extended. I pushed off the floor with a terrifying burst of speed, my teeth bared, intent on tearing the leader’s throat out. Before I could land a blow, two of the mercenaries stepped into my path, before raising heavy, metallic cylinders. Suddenly... a high-frequency sonic blast ripped through the air, vibrating at a pitch designed specifically to disrupt an Alpha’s nervous system. I staggered with my head exploding in blinding pain as the runic silver chains wrapped around my torso like living serpents, burning deep into my flesh.

None dead. "You let them corner you," Cade said. He was already scanning the garage entrances. "I needed to see who was sending them," I said. "And?" "Rogue. No court affiliation. Hired." "By who." "Still working on that." I looked at my hands. The shaking had stopped. My vampire side was pulling back from the red edge, which took more effort than it should have. "What's the sonic frequency." "Designed to disrupt vampire motor control. Non-lethal at this range." He holstered both weapons with the practiced ease of someone putting away car keys. "You had two down before I got here."

Kazi commanded, backing away as his chest plate began to flake off in chunks. The troopers opened fire. Blue bolts of plasma tore through the air. They didn't shoot bullets; they shot concentrated concussive force. One bolt hit a stone pillar next to me, pulverizing it into dust. Another hit a mutant running for cover, blowing him off the walkway into the river. "Baraka!" Malik yelled, turning his back to the enemy to look at me. "Get them out of here! Take the tunnels!" "What about you?" I shouted, scrambling to my feet. The adrenaline of impending death was finally pushing back the pain of the sonic noise.

We were winning. Then, the ground vibrated. From the dark ridge overlooking the courtyard, a heavy, armored Zunter vehicle rolled into view. Mounted on top was a massive, satellite-dish weapon. "Seth, get down!" I screamed through the link, but it was too late. A massive, invisible wave of high-frequency acoustic energy discharged from the dish. The sound didn't hit our ears—it hit our skulls. It was a localized sonic weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s internal equilibrium. Hunter and Seth dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as their wolves howled in pure agony.

A cool mist permeated the air, a stark contrast to the intense heat that had dominated moments before. Blaze exhibited an uncanny burst of agility and speed. Bounding down the stairs, each step was taken with a lightning-like sprint that closed the distance to the scene of the unfolding tragedy in a matter of heartbeats. His silhouette blurred against the backdrop of the staircase, a ratification to the urgency and desperation that fueled his rapid descent. In a mere handful of seconds, Blaze arrived on the first floor. As he sprinted towards Astrid's car, she drew upon a reservoir of strength, her leg arcing through the air with a powerful, swift kick that connected with the car door.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

A loud voice echoed throughout the blur of the colours, making me flinch. I have to run... But my legs felt like it was made out of stone, they weren't moving. Suddenly, a man with hauntingly beautiful turquoise eyes emerged from the azimuth of the frightening shades that surrounded me. He had an unforgiving looks plastered on him, his jaw clipped, fists clenched. He didn't look any less than a goliath. He advanced to me, like a predator. Help... I gasped like a fish out of the water. I couldn't breathe.

As his air supply lowered and his chest began to burn tightly, Xzavier’s fight or flight kicked in as he began to kick and scratch at his girlfriend in an attempt to free his windpipe. “W-why?” Xzavier raspily choked out as he changed his defense plan and was now frantically searching his nightstand for everything and anything that would cease the sudden attack. His heart sank when his girlfriend did nothing but squeeze harder as a wicked and sly smile slid onto her face. Xzavier, who was now seeing stars, finally got his hand around the glass of water he always left on his nightstand at night. With his freehand and all the force he could muster into his increasingly weakening muscles, Xzavi

I think to myself. My howling gets louder, and more melodic, as I feel the connection to the surrounding waters start to form. Water starts to leech from the soil and plants surrounding the clearing, collecting at my feet. The sound of rushing water reaches the clearing and that’s when the rogues know that they are in trouble. The water sweeps them off their feet, swirling and tossing them within its depths. I see Titan running alongside the water, obviously concerned about us. Dad! What are you doing? I mind link to Titan.