Dark Sonic Novels & Stories

The four gigantic sirens awakened to life and spit on an ear-powdering, dissonant shock wave made of raw sound and physical vibration in the Ödland. It was the most dirty, loudest noise in the Old World. The effect was instant. The invisible gravitational network of stars, designed for microscopic, perfect calculations unstructured, violent sound wave. The air between us began to flicker and stutter. “The resonance overlaps!” Silas cried over the hell noise, and

The creature exploded in a cloud of foul-smelling dust, but two more took its place, their dripping mandibles snapping inches from her throat. Before they could touch her, a massive, shadow-wreathed paw slammed down from the dark, crushing both monsters into the stone with enough force to crack the underlying rock. Dmitry roared, a sound that filled the narrow tunnel with a concussive shockwave, bursting the bloated bodies of the surrounding swarm by sheer sonic pressure alone. But the noise had a disastrous consequence.

The stark reality of the outlanders’ power, which we had witnessed firsthand, lent Damon’s words an undeniable truth. Karl then chimed in, his voice practical. “Prince Damon is right. Their advantage is not just firepower, but their ability to disrupt our senses. Our intelligence indicates a widespread use of ultrasonic devices.” He looked around the table, his gaze settling on me for a moment. I nodded, remembering the piercing, headache-inducing whine of their sonic emitters. “These devices, designed to disorient and incapacitate our wolves through sound frequencies beyond our normal hearing, were a key part of their defense. We saw it ourselves.”

My voice echoed off what sounded to be stone walls. I could be anywhere. For a moment, I thought I was dead, but I think I was too uncomfortable to be dead just yet. After much struggling, I was able to sit. "Remi?" I whispered. "Angie? Sandriel? Natalia? Anyone? Can anyone hear me?" "No one can," a familiar voice echoed. It surprised me at how close it was, maybe only a few feet in front of me. The deep smooth female voice was easy to place. The water dripping in the background grew silent. Even the air around me stopped.

The sonic effect skipped everyone who wore the device, including KR members. Vinsen sensed the sonic screamer even before Kayla thought of screaming. He stood on the top of a tower he knew by the solid structure, wasn't susceptible to the sonic effect. With his mind, and hand motions, he controlled the power of the sonic with his eyes closed. He trapped the effects within the borders of V Empire premises, directed the movement of the sonic effects, and told it whom to kill and who not to, what to destroy and what not to. The trees stopped moving, and all KR members and wolves were unharmed, but V Empire and everything related to them got destroyed. The vampires in the tower burst at the soun

Klaus yelled. "Overload the system!" Sebastian roared. "Now!" Klaus grinned. A manic, punk-rock grin. He pulled out a remote detonator (which apparently controlled the club's sound system, not a bomb). "Eat this, fascists!" He cranked the dial. [ VOLUME: 100% -> ERROR ] WUB-WUB-WUB-SCREEEEEEEE! A frequency so low and so loud it wasn't heard—it was felt. The speakers exploded with a shockwave of sound. The Cleaners on the catwalk stumbled, clutching their helmets. The sonic pressure disoriented their inner ears. Their vision blurred.

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.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

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.

failure. He twisted Damian’s arm with "Absolute" force, the "Acoustic" snap of bone echoing through the "Null State" of the room. Damian screamed—a "High-Frequency" sound of "Acoustic" agony that no "Neural-Link" could suppress. The Friction of the Mainframe