Dark Sonic Novels & Stories

"Good. Stay connected to Sarah. If this goes sideways, we need extraction." She nods, but the worry doesn't reach her eyes. She is past worrying. We keep moving, pushing deeper into the tunnel. Then I hear it. A high-pitched whine, right at the edge of hearing. Ultrasonic. "Stop," I say, grabbing her arm. Isla freezes. I scan ahead. Thermal shows nothing, but the sound is directional, coming from the ceiling tiles ahead. A sonic deterrent. Non-lethal, but designed to drop a man to his knees with vertigo. If we cross that threshold, it’ll hit with the force of a physical blow—nausea, disorientation, total loss of balance.

As we struggle for dominance his hand found my neck, squeezing it tightly. I laugh while coughing, my eyes never leaving his face. “Vince will kill you,” it was enough to sober him up, his hand loosening on my throat. “Laura! Please babe open up!” Vincenzo screamed as he angrily pounded the door. “Vince! Vi–” I screamed as I push a startled Bill as hard as I could. He stumble on his feet but not enough to lose his footing. With a scream, I swiped his legs. He toppled over. As his body hit the floor I instantly stomp his eyes with the sharp heel of my boots, creating a piece of horrifyingly beautiful music in my ears while his scream echoed around the comfort room.

He kicked his legs up, hooking his heavy winter boots around the neck of the smaller mercenary, using the man’s own momentum to snap him backward into the metal wall of the cabin. The lead mercenary roared in anger, recovering quickly and raising the butt of his rifle to smash it into Leo’s face. But before the blow could land, a low, terrifying rumble echoed from outside the vehicle. It sounded like thunder. But the sky was completely clear. The mercenary froze, looking out the frosted window up at the towering, snow-heavy peaks above them. Leo smirked, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor. "I didn't just EMP your truck. I sent a low-frequency sonic resonance ping to the snowpack abo

He was close, held in the deepest level of the facility. As they reached the third basement level, they were met with a wall of sound. High-frequency emitters, hidden in the walls, began to pulse with a sound that was designed to scramble a wolf’s senses. It was a physical weight on Laila’s mind, a screeching agony that made her vision blur and her knees buckle. Kaden roared in pain, his hands flying to his ears as he collapsed against the wall. The Obsidian enforcers were similarly incapacitated, their wolf forms struggling to maintain coherence under the sonic assault.

I loved it beyond hunger, beyond reason, beyond eternity. I drove harder, faster, lost to the rhythm of her body clutching mine. Every squeeze of her oversensitized walls ripped groans from my throat, every broken moan she gave me stoked the inferno until I was thrusting like a beast unleashed. Her voice was raw, the sounds spilling out of her—part sob, part plea, part ecstasy—and it filled me with savage joy.

Almost. A deer froze ahead, eyes wide, then bolted. Diego slowed, pulling an earpiece from his pocket. Music helped. It drowned out the other noises—the heartbeat of a rabbit three hundred yards east, the scurry of beetles beneath fallen leaves, the whisper of his own blood, always a little too loud. He tapped his screen. Kizz Daniel — “One Ticket.” An old favorite. For a few minutes, he was just a man with a good beat and an open trail.

“I’m calling my mate.” I hear him sneer, a sharp laugh escaping him. “Didn’t you hear? Dominicus Amadeus is still at his territory. No matter how strong he is, he can’t save you now.” I don’t respond to him, focusing only on the phone in my hand. With the phone on speaker, it begins to ring. One… two… three… And then I hear his voice—deep, velvety, and calm, but laced with power. “Dulcis,” his voice pours into my ear, and instantly, the room goes still. The power in his voice alone makes everyone stop. The very air seems to vibrate with it.

her voice suddenly seized due to how high her pitch was and she started coughing "Why the pompous behavior when she can't even control her voice" Nirvana scoff 🎶 My life!!!!! 🎶 My life!!!!! 🎶 Is mine to livvvvvveeeeeee!!!!!! 🎶 Is mine to livvvvvveeeeeee!!!!!!! Nirvana sang, her pitch even higher. She kept adding intonation to the music as she sang 👥 Omg 👥 Her pitch is fire 👥 When I thought Jasmine had it all

"Channeling all non-essential power to the northern array! What am I broadcasting?" "THIS!" I yelled, holding Lina close to the comms pickup. Lina, fueled by the terror and the overwhelming energies clashing around her, let out another piercing, world-rejecting wail. The sound was captured, amplified, and fired from the city's defensive speakers as a focused sonic weapon, aimed directly at the shimmering, impossible structure outside the walls. The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic.

She can feel Chloe's presence behind her, a warmth that beckons her, calls to her in a voice she can barely resist. "Demika," Chloe's voice is a soft whisper, laced with the sweet, seductive undertones of longing. The sound sends a shiver down Demika’s spine, igniting a fire within her that she knows she can no longer contain. Chloe steps closer, the scent of her skin—a heady mixture of rose petals and something darker, more primal—filling Demika's senses, clouding her mind with need.