Deadly 6 Sonic Novels & Stories

With a swift movement, I peeled off the carbon fiber mask, taking a deep, ragged breath of the bunker's familiar, ozone-scented air. "Fifty million dollars in military-grade tech, completely stripped from Thorne's primary logistics line," Zero said, stepping out from the halo of his server monitors. A slow, rare smirk touched his lips, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on me. "The underground boards are melting down, Vesper. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who just cut Malakai Thorne's throat in his own harbor."

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.

Kimberly laughed and turned back to the ice and I lifted my soda and took a long drink and tried to pay attention to the game instead of the inside of my own head. And then something happened that I cannot explain. A voice appeared inside my skull, like someone had leaned in very close and spoken directly into my ear. If you have sex with Knox again, you could die. The bottle slipped out of my hand. It hit the concrete floor and soda went everywhere — across my shoes and Kimberly's boots, splashing the back of the seat in front of us. Kimberly yelped and jumped sideways and the people in front turned around and I just sat there, frozen, my hands still curved in the shape of holding something

“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.

He simply exhaled, and a wave of silver-black mist erupted from his chest, slamming the Captain into the bulkhead with enough force to dent the iron. ​I didn't wait for the soldiers to fire. I felt the "Scythe" respond to the shadow collar on my neck. A blade of violet crystal solidified in my hand, humming with a bloodlust I had never felt before. ​"You want the drive?" I asked, stepping over the Captain's groaning body. I felt a cold, sharp smile touch my lips—a smile that belonged to the Sixth Life. "Come and take it from the monster you created." ​The soldiers hesitated, their fingers trembling on their triggers. They weren't looking at a doctor and his patient. They were looking at the

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."

Julian stood there, his world tilting on its axis. "Impossible," he muttered. "How could Lily lie to me?" His phone buzzed again. It was the subordinate. "M-Mr. Vance! When is Ms. Lane coming? We're under a cyber attack! The whole network is down, and the users are rioting!" "Get the tech team! Get outside contractors! Can you people not survive five minutes without Elena?" Julian hung up, furious. He turned and sprinted toward the exit, but the elevator was taking forever. Impatient, he shoved open the door to the stairwell.

“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.