Deadly 6 Sonic Novels & Stories

Sarah said to him. "I'm sorry, dear, but that won't be possible; if you want to speak with your dad, then you have to come and meet him where he is," Charles said to her. "Where are you?" Sarah asked him with a firm tone. "Cool down, dear, I will send you the address very soon, but note this: do not come along with anyone or even think about telling anyone about this, not the cops or even your useless ex-husband Xavier; if not consider your father dead, when you will come here what you will see is his corpse," Charles said to her with a venomous tone through the phone.

“He’s gone.” A hiss of disgust, cracked. “Return. With everyone. Now.” Click. That was the sound of the phone beeping because my boss hung up. ~ Through the darkened roads. No one spoke. The six others sat like statues in the rear of a black SUV. We’d all followed him—through Rome’s traffic. Everything seemed to piss me off today, but I couldn't act on it. The six noticed it and remained quiet. That I was grateful for. Dominic had slipped away like mist.

To him, we were just intruders in his sanctum. ​"I’m the man who’s going to kill you," Julian said. ​He lunged. ​Without his Shield, Julian was just a man. Silas didn't even flinch. He pressed a button on a small remote, and a wave of sonic frequency hit Julian, throwing him across the room. Julian hit the wall with a sickening thud, gasping for air. ​"Julian!" I screamed. ​I tried to summon the Scythe. I gripped my wrist, praying for the violet light to tear through the sterile air. But the eye stayed shut. The Debt hadn't been paid yet in this timeline. I was powerless.

He immediately called Sofia’s closest friend, who was her classmate from Harvard University, Rachel Bennett. "Rachel, where is Sofia?" There was a pause on the other end before Rachel’s cold voice came through. "She’s gone and left the country. Sold off all her assets. Immigrated. Dante, are you satisfied now?" Dante felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "What? When did she—" "This afternoon," Rachel said, her voice dripping with mockery. "And her mother died last month. But you should know that already, shouldn’t you? After all, you’re the one who killed her."

"I need Julian to hate her guts. That's the only way I get access to the company. Do you have any idea how much his company is worth right now? I never thought that lapdog had it in him... Mmm, yeah, harder..." The woman spewing this garbage was none other than Lily, Julian's so-called 'innocent' childhood sweetheart. Standing just outside the door, Julian felt his world shatter. The rage did not just hit him–it possessed him. He burst into the room and slapped Lily across the face so hard that it echoed. "You witch!" he screamed. The humiliation of being played, of being treated like a clueless ATM, blinded him. He turned on Dr. Reynolds and went full Spartan-kick, sending the man tumbling

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

" Nobody saw Alexander strike, but he had already made a move. Alexander was still standing on the spot, his stance unchanged. Amber, who was next to him, was also unaware of what was happening. She continued to clutch his palm. The deaf old servant and the 30 martial arts elites felt nothing unusual, too. Well, except for Erick. Alexander's voice—every word, sentence, and syllable—felt like a swarm of sharp-toothed ants tearing into the depths of his mind, destroying his eardrums, brain nerves, neurons, and central nervous system. It was the Lord of War's Domain and the Sonic Technique! It was an overwhelming attack, a terrifying torment unimaginable to ordinary humans, ruthlessly destroyin

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.

And finally… shadow. Not darkness. Shadow. Living, curling, intelligent. It reached for her fingertips like it knew her name. Six forms. Six elements. Fire. Shadow. Ice. Earth. Wind. Magic. Solari. Umbraen. Glacien. Terravyn. Velastra. Drakarae. Impossible.

I confess, and he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening. "Surely you don't mean..." His voice trails off when his gaze meets mine. "How? You were dead. I...I attended your funeral," he breathes, his eyes misting over. "I made a deal with a mysterious group called The Six. They told me to...uh...find the seals. In return, I would get a new life and a chance to punish the one who killed me." Dashiell pales, his lips parting. "The Six? I haven't heard anything like that before," he breathes.