Diamond Cutters Sonic Novels & Stories

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.

His fist skimmed my shoulder, but I grabbed a chunk of broken wood from the crate behind me and swung it hard. Crack. Straight into Arnou’s arm as he lunged. He howled in pain, stumbling back. They all looked stunned, just for a second. That was enough. I slipped my hand into my coat pocket and twisted something small and sharp. Shriek. A high-pitched pulse ripped through the clearing like a banshee’s cry. The others dropped to their knees, howling in pain, hands clutching their ears and gritting their teeth. It was a tiny shard of sonic crystal. I’d borrowed it from Mira, tweaked it using leftover training tech, tuned it to hit frequencies only wolves could hear. One sharp twist and it woul

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.

I had to use the environment. "I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements." "Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.

It might not even have to be a second chance, it could be a no string situation. Her mind was racing, thinking of this and that, that and this, when her office landline rang out. She almost jumped out of her skin from the suddenness of the ring. She abruptly picked it, knowing it was Amber. "Mr. Christopher Chariton is here to see you Ma," Amber said in a cherry like voice, giggling. Christopher Chariton! Starr froze as the name rang. -PLEASE RATE AND LEAVE A COMMENT, IF YOU ENJOYED-

"If that works for you, that's what I'll do. But when you're done, meet me here. Do not move from this spot once the lights go off. Understand?" I held his eyes with intention, chewed my bottom lip, and nodded innocently. Ryker dropped his hand, but he didn't move...not even when I faced the stage. The music faded out, and darkness engulfed the club. I waited for the first beat of "Pour It Up" by Rihanna to start. In the moments between Jasmine's exit and my entrance, Ryker grazed my side with his hand and caressed my exposed skin just under the corset, possessively. Nikki fell away, and in her place, Diamond took the stage.

the commander shrieked, scrambling backward as his vanguard was butchered in seconds. Two massive, heavily armored trucks at the edge of the park activated roof-mounted sonic disruptors—the same high-frequency weapons that had incapacitated our pack back at the castle. A visible wave of distorted air shot toward Killian. He grunted, his advance slowing for a fraction of a second as the agonizing sound hit his sensitive Lycan ears. No you don't. > I stood within the safety of my dome and raised my left hand. I tapped into the Void. I didn't just mute the sound this time; I weaponized the shadows beneath the trucks.

“You have a one-track mind, Lucas.” “It’s a good track.” She set the shell down, licked her thumb, and cocked her head. “Are you going to ask me or just keep feeding me?” I reached into my jacket pocket and placed the box on the table between us. Not velvet, not gilded, just matte black and heavy. She stared at it, one eyebrow arched, then opened it. Inside: a ring of hammered platinum, set with a hexagonal-cut diamond so cold and clear it looked like a sliver of ice. The band was thin, almost delicate, but the stone was a weapon.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?