Diamond Cutters Sonic Novels & Stories

"Mom, it hurts! The noise in here is too loud! I can't hear the note!" "Yes, you can!" I yelled, with tears burning my eyes but my hand remained steady as I kept the cold silver scalpel pressed against Fisher’s neck. "You are the Sensor, Cindy! You don't need the wind to be quiet. Let the noise carry you. Sing the mountain back to sleep!" Fisher whimpered under my blade, his body stiff. "You're insane," he whispered, his voice shaking. "The frequency will destroy the basement's structural supports. If she hits that note, the whole floor will collapse."

Quickly, a bright yellow flashed out from the cutting surface. He let Lin Mo stand to the side and then control the calcite machine to cut the stone. Under the powerful perception of Spiritual Qi, Qin Haodong was much faster than those mature calcite masters. Quickly, a bright yellow flashed out from the cutting surface. Qin Haodong picked up the basin next to him and poured clean water on the stones to wash away the chips. A bright color came into his eyes. It was bright yellow like grease which gave people a delicate, fragrant and attractive feeling.

Jordan raised the small knife up and showed it to all of them as his sign of victory over their worst enemy. "You all are too gullible..." They all paused and turned back to see Sonia standing perfectly okay with no scratch to the amazement of everyone. "I have tens of thousands of lives. That person wasn't me and will never be the real me" Sonia said. Jordan hadn't moved from the spot he was as he listened to Sonia speak. Suddenly, he felt an object slash his throat and he found it hard to breathe and fell down to unconsciousness. Apparently the dead Sonia had not died as all thought. She stood there and held the knife which she had used in killing him and licked its blood.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

the King smirked. He leaned to kiss the skin behind his earlobe before whispering "Diamond" causing shivers to run in Jimmy's body. He kissed his neck, "Diamond." He placed his hand on his waist and kissed his right shoulder, "Diamond." then the left one, "Diamond." This time, he faced him and look right into his eyes. He smiled and placed a kiss on his lips, "My beautiful, my strong, my unbreakable and my precious Diamond."

The drones that had been sliced into two equal halves and were falling a few meters in front of her were perfect examples of how brilliant this attack was. Sonic Blast! The Monkey Queen wasted no time in unleashing her first attack. This was how she dealt with his previous sword lights: weaken them and then destroy them. But unlike before Sonic Blast didn’t explode upon impact. It didn’t weaken the light at all! Rather it was sliced through by the sword light which just kept travelling towards the Queen!

I roared, the Sun-Walker fire in my blood turning into a weapon that could cut through history itself. "I BOUGHT YOU TIME!" the Silver Father shouted back, his voice momentarily losing its mechanical resonance. "THE HARVEST WAS ALWAYS COMING, DARLENE! THE FIRST LUNA DOES NOT ALLOW ANOMALIES TO BREATHE!". Behind us, the Platinum Sentinels began to close in on Eryx, Leo, and Hope. They didn't use swords; they used Frequency-Claws—shimmering blades of silver-glass that vibrated at the exact speed of a heartbeat.

Sonic scratched the back of his head. “Let’s go” Ben got up and pulled Dana to the corridor. “What about when that lady comes back?” Dana whispered. “Sonic will deal with it!” Dana turned to look at Sonic, just in time to see him rolling his eyes. Sonic put his index finger to his lips to command silence and a warning by a cutthroat action with the thumb of his right hand complete with a menacing look once he realized that he was seen by Dana. Dana quickly turned her head back.

The smile disappeared from his face slowly and the look overthrown washed over him. Laying out the tools on the desk, I watched the fear growing on Darb's face, grabbing his hand and steadily holding the chisel across his pinky finger and the Jackhammer ready in my other hand, I asked him the same question for the hundredth fucking time, “Where are my diamonds?” “I don't know whe—” “Wrong answer!” I angrily strike the chisel and the first inch of his finger separated from the rest. His screams echoed in the room, “Ah! You crazy son of a bitch,” he cried out in pain,

My heart hammered against my ribs—one hundred and two beats. "A defect," I managed. My throat felt lined with glass. Damian didn't come to comfort me. He didn't ask if I was alright. He walked to the vanity and unrolled a small, weighted leather pouch. Inside was a set of precision tools and a slim, obsidian blade no longer than my middle finger. He pulled a whetstone from the kit. The rhythmic shirr-shirr of stone on glass filled the room—a cold, predatory sound that set my teeth on edge.