Cringe Sonic Ocs Novels & Stories

The sound that leaves Osric is bone chilling, his lycan form is terrifying, built out of pure muscle, with fur so black it’s like he is made of darkness. “Raven focus! This isn’t over!” Embry screams at me, while knocking a vampire away from me, as I stand frozen, watching Jonathan’s body falling onto the blood-soaked grass the moment Osric and Orin collide. Watching them collide is like watching a bomb go off, releasing a shock wave that knocks every nearby fighter back a few feet. “No, this can’t be real,” I sob, pulling myself up I run to my mate’s body laying on the frozen ground, staring up at the moon with vacant eyes.

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.

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.

But she saw that they were melting metals. "Come on! Come on!" Oscar urged them as they went on with the work. Some zombies were working at the oven as they were applying heat and pressure to it. The big iron container placed on the oven was turning and was making a very loud sound. When Oscar finished smoking, he walked to a room, later he came out with something he placed on his ears that would shield him from the loud noise made by the container. The zombies were not feeling the heat and the noise, because they were walking corpses after all. And it was difficult to communicate because of the noise and Oscar had to scream at the top of his lungs at regular intervals.

Surprise when she turned it on and there was hit water, she wondered how much the school was paying for water anyone barely use and where else the money could be channeled. After what seemed like a long time, she was able to get rid of the smell of the vomit. Now, she felt clean. She started to hum a song and then sang it. “Cause there be no sunlight, if I lose you, baby, there be no clear sky, if I lose you, baby, just like the clouds my eyes will see the same, if you walk away, every day it will rain, rain, rain, eh, eh, eh!” She wrapped the towel around her body, singing to the Bruno Mars song she had heard on someone’s iPod this morning. As she walked out, she was oblivious to her surrou

sounds sounded, the girls in room 201 immediately dispersed, everyone went to their bedroom to avoid getting angry, so they would probably clean up for a year. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. A loud scream rang out, room 304 was upstairs. Miss Tanphil looked annoyed, it was late, but she still gathered five to seven to tell ghost stories without worrying about sleeping. Ms. Tanphil rushed to room 304 when something horrifying caught her eye, it was the body of a little girl. In white pajamas, the girl hangs herself in the room, her body swaying in the wind along with Mozart's 3rd sonat. "It's the curse, it's that girl's curse..."

“Of course I’ve come across it. I’ve watched it three times!” “Do you know where I can find it?” “I’m telling you,” Sonny Boy said while bringing the onyx tray up to his chin. “It’s not nearly as good as the boys getting sliced live in Central Asia. They cook the little shits!” “What’s it called?” Sonny Boy lifted his head and let out an uproarious laugh. “It’s called Don’t Tickle Me!” Sonny Boy celebrated the hilarity of that with a second line. Dink went into a trance watching a ball of shooting stars travel around half the monitors in the room and then disappear into a white vapor that evaporated into nothingness.

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

The impact threw debris into the air, and the shockwave hit my chest like a hammer. She stood in the crater she’d made, her gaze sweeping across us with no hint of recognition, only rage. How were we supposed to knock her unconscious when she could dodge everything we threw at her? We needed to disorient her. I reached behind me and pulled out the Sonic screamer. Its sharp hum vibrated against my palms as I powered it on. I gave Quin a signal, a single nod. She raised another Dream Blaster. “On my mark,” I said, tightening my grip.

Oscar’s scream echoed with the sizzling fire. “I’m a demon.”