Classic Sonic Boom Novels & Stories

I couldn't find the words to describe it. "Destructive sonic waves?" Bruno asked to which I just nodded. "Yeah, that! Destructive." I answered him. "So... An ultrasonic scream?" Claire asked no one in particular "I'll call it a Hypersonic scream. Ultrasounds should be too high for humans to hear." Bruno corrected, standing up from his seat beside Abigail's bed. "Werewolf hearing?" Claire argued, making me look between the two of them in confusion. These were too much information for my tiny brain to process.

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.

The sky to the south tore open. It wasn't a metaphor. The clouds were literally sheared apart by the sonic boom of something moving at Mach 5. "Incoming bogeys!" Marcus yelled, tracking the radar on his HUD. "Multiple contacts! Fifty... no, a hundred! They're moving too fast for standard propulsion!"

, a low-profile, sub-surface vessel that Ren had been tinkering with in the lower bays. ​The journey across the Atlantic was a claustrophobic test of nerves. The skiff moved like a shark beneath the waves, the sonar pings the only sound in the dark. ​"I can feel them," Maya said, her hand pressed against the hull of the skiff. "The water is... full of it. The frequency. It’s like a scream kept under pressure." ​"That’s the Echo," Ren said, his eyes fixed on the navigation screens. "They’re using the deep-sea pressure to amplify the sound. It’s a sonic bomb, Leo. If that rig fires, it’ll shatter the neural stability of every shifter in the hemisphere."

he grunted, the words echoing in the small space of his helmet. With a scream of shearing metal, the valve groaned. A jet of "Zero-Point" steam erupted from a nearby seal, the vibration nearly knocking Ethan off the ledge. The "Acoustic Noise" was deafening—a "System-Collapse" of sound that signaled the beginning of the end for the Sovereign grid. The Sovereign Counter-Strike "Ethan! They’re here!" Leo’s voice was a "Raw" shriek of alarm.

While norms were pretty clumsy, whatever was heading this way was making a lot of noise. Zephyra was sure even a drunk-off-his-ass redneck tromping through the woods wouldn’t make this much noise. Her gut was right. The largest beast Zephyra had ever seen emerged from the trees and stepped out into the small clearing. It stood about fifteen feet from her. The beast moved with a grace unnatural for its size as it stopped in almost the same spot as the buck she’d been hunting only a minute ago.

BANG! A second shot followed immediately, the sound was sharp enough to shatter glass. The world seemed to slow down as the echoes bounced between the buildings, mixing with the screams of people diving for cover and the screech of car brakes. * * *

The frightening soundwave shook Sir Osborn, Paxton, and the other regular Osborn family members into bleeding out of their orifices and falling to the ground. Swenson looked shocked. “Is that Sydartha Society’s Titanium Leo-roar?” Hank Veal’s signature skill? Kayson knew it as well?! Judging by how he had executed it, he was close to completing the practice, and even grandmasters could not possibly overlook the effect of the soundwave. “Hah!” Valdis shouted, dispelling Kayson’s soundwave with wrathful eyes that looked like they could spit fire. “Kid, you’re provoking me!”

He joins me as we stand there and admire the water together. Jump. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Emory whispered. Jump. I say nothing as I’m drawn closer to the edge. Something within me switches and I can’t focus on anything but staring into the water as one thought continuously plays on repeat in my mind. Jump. Jump. Jump, Jump. Jump. My feet move on their own accord and they lose contact with the soft grass. A sharp and cold breeze envelops me as I fall deeper towards the pitch black waters, welcoming what’s to come.

The acoustic blast hit the gorge entrance at 4:17 AM. Xander felt it before the quartz responded — the sub-harmonic wave moving through the mountain's geology the way all low-frequency sound moved through stone, ahead of itself, arriving at the body before arriving at the ears. Three ATVs at the gorge entrance, the cannon array synchronized, the frequency calculated to hit the Silver-adjacent pathways of anyone inside the sanctuary simultaneously. The quartz caught it at the perimeter line.