Dark Sonic Novels & Stories

he said in husky voice and he penetrated me. "You started it first" I rolled my eyes and moaned and we ended up having sex. 2 days later I opened my eyes and stared at Darrell's cute face. I can't believe I have him all to myself. My gaze fell on the wall clock and it's few minutes to six. OMG! today is Sunday and in this house it's just like every other day. Sleep, eat and rest. All that is about to change today. I picked up my sonic bomb alarm which I purchased some days ago. Very loud and even if someone is dead, the person will wake up by force. Don't try it, I'm just joking

I can feel the tingling building. “JAIDYN I AM CUMMING.” I scream. My back arches as my orgasm tears through my body. He continues to work his tongue as I come down from my intense orgasm. I am panting when his lips connect with mine. “Mmm, you always taste so sweet, baby.” He whispers in my ear.

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

"To Echo's birthplace. And yours, in a way." I shiver. "It looks like a villain's lair." "Or a sanctuary," he corrects. He locks the door behind us. The sound of the deadbolt is heavy, final. "Welcome home, Mia," Echo’s voice fills the room. It’s not coming from a speaker. It’s coming from everywhere. The walls. The ceiling. The floor. The surround sound is so perfect it feels like the room itself is speaking. The lights shift instantly from stark white to a deep, throbbing amber. A low, rhythmic electronica beat starts to pulse—a sub-bass thrum that vibrates in my chest.

Candice was definitely made for me in the bedroom, now I just wonder if she was made for me in the clubhouse. The deafening sound starts again, and I realize it's a ringtone coming from my phone. One that I most certainly did not put on there. I don't recognize the song but it's some chick singing and sounds like cats attacking each other. I pick it up before it hurts my ears again and answer the call. "What the fuck did you do to my phone?" I yell to my brother. I hear Candice laughing her ass off, so I know she is awake. "Sorry bro, had to. Figured that was your jam." Max laughs at his own joke on the other end.

"No drama, I'm just still pissed off with you. What kind of announcement is that, I feel like choking you ?!" "If you choke me, you won't meet me dear." Chloe turned around silently and stared at this Dj control with her round eyes. There are so many here, I don't know what it's called. Colorful short square box. Then I don't know what is usually up and down with the fingers, it can be rotated, as well as a large black plate. "Daniel teach me to play this." Chloe shouted but there was no answer from the owner of the name. Chloe turned her head, Mashii still behind her. But when he looked behind Mashii and also to the side. It turned out that Daniel and Ara were not there.

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

I had to use the environment. "I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements." "Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.

But Damian pointed to the figures around the wolf. They were Shadow Claw warriors. They were holding instruments. Horns. Drums. "They aren't just watching," Damian said. "They're playing. They're creating resonance." "Sonic tuning," Kai said, standing up. "It's not magic. It's acoustics. The sphere is crystal, right? Or star-metal glass? It vibrates. If you hit the right frequency, you can shatter it... or you can stabilize it." "We don't have instruments," I said. "We have voices," Wulfric said. "And we have the room." He tapped his cane on the floor. The sound echoed perfectly, a pure, ringing note. "This chamber," Wulfric said, looking up at the domed ceiling. "It is an echo chamber. A pa

Just answers. The club was a low-end spot called Velvet Sin—neon lights still flickering even in daylight, bass thumping faintly through the walls. Back entrance, like Dre said. We slipped in through the service door. The bouncer knew Dre’s face—nodded once, let us pass. Money talks. Then Dre turned around, giving me the signal I needed. Up the stairs to the VIP booths. Room 7. The door was cracked open, moans spilling out—loud and shameless. I pushed it wide.