Novelas y relatos de Dark Sonic

There they are. Doing random things in Konan's room. They were told not to go outside the room when their Hyungs started to have some alcoholic drinks with a Karaoke session and snacks scattered on the table. Thanks to their Soundproofed unit, the loud sound of their music won't budge their neighbors. "Here, koniee! It smells so good, can I have some?" Blake says then he gently hopped on the bed. He beamed a smile when Konan gave him a nod.

The high-frequency vibration of the sonic net was liquefying my thoughts. A high-pitched, agonizing hum vibrated through the bones of my skull, blinding my eyes with a layer of static white noise. Every nerve in my body was misfiring, my muscles locked into a rigid, helpless paralysis against the wet concrete. Beneath me, Dominic let out a low, choked growl, his fingers twitching against the floorboards as the acoustic frequencies systematically short-circuited his Lycan nervous system.

He held a high-frequency sonic emitter, a weapon he clearly intended to use to wipe the archives clean of every living thing”human or otherwise. "Leave her," Dominic roared, his voice amplified by the device. The vampires laughed”a chorus of jagged, discordant sounds that seemed to shatter the very air. "We do not take orders from a man whose blood we could drink before he can even blink, Archpriest," the lead vampire purred. Dominic didn't hesitate. He jammed his finger down on the emitter’s trigger.

He didn't aim to kill, but his heavy, obsidian fist cut through the air with terrifying speed, aimed squarely at Neema’s chest. Neema screamed, instinctively throwing her hands up in a cross-guard. She didn't clap, but the sheer panic triggered a localized, defensive sonic burst from her palms. BOOM. The sound wave was jagged, uncontrolled, and chaotic. It struck Jabari’s obsidian armor, the high-frequency vibration instantly finding the microscopic flaws in his glass-like skin. Jabari cried out in pain as the armor along his forearm shattered into a thousand razor-sharp fragments, throwing him backward into the dirt.

the voice kept on repeating on his mind. "OPEN THE DOOR!" He covered his ears and started screaming. "Your home is Fantasia." "Please leave me alone.." the boy was sobbing. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of him. He didn't know what it was, but he was certain that he felt attracted by it. It is as if a part of him had to cross this light. "I'll count to three and you go okay?" he heard June tell his friends. He panicked. "Your home is FANTASIA."

Waves of force spread outwards and caused the trees along the clearing’s edge to sway and get pushed back into the trees beside them. Both Claire and Max were thrown back a dozen meters and were both stunned by the sound. The sheer energy of the soundwaves wrecked their eardrums. It sent them to the very brink of losing blacking out. Miko and her drone were flung back and thrown to the ground as well. Her body rolled around a bit until a bush caught her, and stopped her from going any further. Amal was also pushed back and knocked down to her knees. Only Eva was able to stand her ground. But she too was deeply shaken by the sonic attack.

"Now let's see if we could figure out where we are." I looked around the sandy shores to see nothing that would give away our location. I sniffed the air, trying to smell anything other than the saltwater we were sat next to. Finding nothing useful once again, I relied on my last result as I listened for the sound of other life forms. I heard a voice, very far but distinctly one I recognized. "We're in Lykanthop." "How do-" she was cut off by the yelling of agreement of the crowd which would have formed around him.

I screamed, but the word was cut short as the lead soldier moved with a speed that defied human reflexes. Dante lunged to intercept, his movements a blur of desperate violence, but he was fighting a hive mind. A secondary unit caught him mid-stride with a localized sonic pulse that sent him crashing into a rack of ancient, dust-caked Bordeaux. Glass shattered like a thousand dying bells, and the smell of fermented grapes and iron filled the cramped space. Before he could draw breath, two more soldiers were on him, pinning his bleeding shoulders against the wet stone floor. They weren't executing him. They were positioning him. They wanted him to watch.

But before the firing pin could complete its strike, Kai opened his mouth and unleashed a sound that had absolutely no business existing in a mundane alleyway behind a roadside diner. It wasn't a standard shout or a human scream. It was a piercing, glass-shattering, supersonic vibration that hit the atmosphere like a physical concussive wave. The brick walls on either side of us seemed to shudder. The weathered window panes along the back of the kitchen cracked instantly, long, silver spiderwebs of fracture lines spreading across the glass before dropping in heavy, jagged shards onto the concrete below.

Despite the vibrant shine of luna, the dark sky was dominated by the looming shadows of despair. I sniffed and inhaled the addicting aroma of 1991's. Atleast, it calms my nerves for even just a little. I took a sip and savoured the rich taste as the aroma dominated my tastebud. I can feel the icy chills everytime the blow of the gushing wind touches my skin. Lonely, cold, and heavy. I drank in a straight shot the remaining liquid of the glass. The hot liquid directly burned my throat as I swallowed it through my system. I put back the empty glass on the table and went back to my favorite spot.