Diamond Cutters Sonic Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

"What… what is that?" Dante’s expression didn't flicker. He didn't even look toward the noise. He merely stepped closer to her, holding out a diamond the size of a bird’s egg, red as a drop of fresh blood. "Ignore it," he said softly. "It’s just the ghosts of this house. Now, give me your hand, Ivy. Or I’ll have Marcus bring your father back here so you can watch what I do to him when I’m truly angry." The scratching grew louder, accompanied by a low, guttural moan that sounded like someone’s throat had been ruined.

No spark, no feedback. “Keep going,” Rion says, and I move through the table: a heavy obsidian knife, a hooked sickle, a baton with oddly shaped weights fitted at each end, a slingshot with a carved bone handle. I heft each one, feeling for something—heat, cold, pressure, a tingle at the base of my skull. Nothing. Dorian passes me a dagger, the hilt banded in copper. “My best guess, based on your fighting style and size. But I could be wrong.”

Riska shouted at the Master AI. The Master AI blinked, and suddenly a powerful, low-frequency sound wave swept through the tunnel, heading straight for Kevin. VVVVWWWOOOOMMMMMM! Kevin staggered, his hands reflexively covering his ears. His 'Level 3 Synthetic Buff' gave him physical strength, but it did not make him immune to sonic attacks. "Argh! What is this?!" Kevin roared, his protein pistol wavering. "That's a modified version of the 'Sugar Disintegration Sonic Wave,' Kevin!" Riska shouted, her voice firm.

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.

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?

What they wanted couldn’t be freely given. “If we told you all our secrets, it won’t be a secret will it now cutie? Besides, you wouldn’t want to become a hunted man now would you?” Diamond knows how to punch a dog when it’s down. And she doesn’t leave any room for discussion with her abruptness.

I feel like I'll cum into his mouth. "Mmhmm, your wetness is so warm and sweet, my diamond" he moans and he got up and straddle on me and then he slide his cock into my vagina. A loud moan escaped my mouth but I had to refrain myself for screaming so hard to avoid other guests hearing we're making love.

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