Depressed Sonic Novels & Stories

The high-frequency vibration of the sonic net was liquefying my thoughts. A high-pitched, agonizing hum vibrated through the bones of my skull, blinding my eyes with a layer of static white noise. Every nerve in my body was misfiring, my muscles locked into a rigid, helpless paralysis against the wet concrete. Beneath me, Dominic let out a low, choked growl, his fingers twitching against the floorboards as the acoustic frequencies systematically short-circuited his Lycan nervous system.

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.

THANATOS asked quite disappointed in Sonia. "This is no common wizard, he is an onion of deception. I once killed him but that was all a trick and right now, he is back to disrupt my plan for world domination" Sonia asserted. "What do you want me to do?" THANATOS asked. Sonia smiled as this was what she wanted to hear from the god of death.

He raised a small, handheld transmitter that was pulsing with a necrotic purple light. “The King is a defective anchor,” the Weaver’s voice buzzed through Leo’s comms. He pointed the transmitter at the second jackhammer. The machine’s rhythm shifted, matching the exact frequency of my son’s failing heartbeat. “Mommy…” Leo whimpered, his small frame jerking as the sonic wave locked onto his own marrow. He fell to his knees in the toxic slush, his gold eyes flickering as the sky above us began to glow with the charging of a new orbital Spear. Council interceptor.

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

I dropped my juice box, still addicted to this thing. 'And you will never understand,' I said coldly, I picked up the mini ear buds at my side and wore it. The sonic shield pierced in, blocking out every sound. 'Now, enjoy my favorite music!' I shouted. I pressed the blue button on the arm of my chair and smiled. The sound to me was like a small incessant ringing but to them, it was a loud frequent wave, similar to a banshee's wail.

Caspian shouted. Suddenly, the north wall disintegrated. Four men in matte-black tactical gear descended on fast-ropes. These weren't regular soldiers; they were the Reapers, the Old Guard’s personal cleanup crew. They didn't carry rifles; they carried high-output sonic cannons designed to disrupt neural tissue. Whump. The first sonic blast hit the room. The frequency was so high it turned Caspian’s vision into a blur of grey static. He collapsed to his knees, his ears bleeding.