Diamond Cutters Sonic Novels & Stories

it'll be done. I twisted the side and I heard a click which gained Frank's attention. The cube vibrated in my hand and the top of the cube formed an opening. I heard a ding and something scrolled out of it from the top. I almost lost control of my hands as I stared at the mesmerizing stone in my palm. "Lantonio Diamond?!" Frank yelled. .

I looked at the violet diamonds Lucian had been stacking, they were glowing with a fierce, defiant light. "The diamonds," I whispered, "Lucian... you weren't making toys, you were making Lenses." I looked at my son, then at the black void in the sky, "we aren't going to hide in the bottle, we’re going to turn the bottle into a Laser."

The invisible blast hit the center of the Unbound vanguard. Dozens of the massive wolves collapsed, whimpering in sudden, paralyzing agony. The sonic wave was forcing the quartz plates in their fur to vibrate at a lethal frequency. I watched in horror as hairline fractures began to form along their armored spines. Silas was trying to shatter them from the inside out. Killian roared, fighting against the crushing pressure of the soundwave. He dug his claws into the earth, his silver eyes locking onto the lead truck. He could not reach it in time. The sonic field was too dense, acting like a physical wall of agony.

She saw the silver hand transform, the fingers lengthening into jagged, vibrating blades of tungsten-carbide. Sofia’s arm cocked back. She wasn't aiming for Bianca’s heart. She was aiming for her stomach. For the legacy. "No!" Dante was a blur of black fur and desperation. He didn't claw. He didn't bite. He simply threw his entire massive frame into the path of the strike. The sound was wet. A sickening, rhythmic thud-shred as the metallic claws met living bone. Dante didn't scream. He grunted, his jaw clamping shut so hard a tooth snapped. He stood between Bianca and the machine, his body a literal shield. Sofia’s arm was buried deep in his shoulder, the vibrating blades chewing through mus

mused Hayden. “What?” She said. “I mean, you lost me there. Explain a bit…please,” she said. “A diamond is cut into the desired shape by another diamond. That’s how hard diamonds are. Papa Bois gave us an arrow made from Anestra to use in defeating her. That’s how powerful he assumes her to be,” said Hayden. “Or, maybe that’s just how…poisonous she is. We have to poison her with her own…essence,” said Cory, taking out the dark shiny arrow and marvelling at its strangely seductive glimmer.

Chapter 173: The Sovereign Void The screech of the diamond-tipped drills shifting their tracking lines was a sound that didn't just vibrate in the ear; it tore straight through the marrow of my bones. The three six-story mining rigs let out a mechanical scream as their heavy hydraulic stabilizers ground against the broken granite floor of the trench, throwing up two-foot waves of gray, stone-choked slush. The massive circular cutting heads—each one twice the size of Dante’s entire three-ton wolf frame—were spinning so fast that the friction turned the diamond teeth a blinding, incandescent shade of cherry-red. They didn't see a Sovereign. They didn't see an unlisted heir. To the automated lo

“Don’t worry about me! Break the loop!” ​Cassian didn’t look at the core. He looked at the seam on his chest. He reached out and grabbed the central spindle of the engine with both hands. The diamond light flared with such intensity that the entire Great Echo was washed in a brilliant, sterile white. The sound of the Salt Singers reached a crescendo, a single, perfect note that harmonized with the vibration of Cassian’s soul.

Chapter 76: The Cracks in the High-Rise The velvet box sat open on the glass coffee table. Its contents caught the light of the Manhattan penthouse. Inside was a 1932-cut diamond. It was unpolished, jagged and held a multi-billion-dollar secret. Elena stood a foot away. Her arms were crossed tightly as she stared at the diamond. For months Julian's family had looked down on her. They treated her like a distraction in his life. The Vane dynasty valued perfection. Arranged corporate mergers. They wanted a woman who could be molded into a piece of background decoration. They had no idea that this rough diamond was the Julian needed to tear down his fathers facade.

He didn't aim to kill, but his heavy, obsidian fist cut through the air with terrifying speed, aimed squarely at Neema’s chest. Neema screamed, instinctively throwing her hands up in a cross-guard. She didn't clap, but the sheer panic triggered a localized, defensive sonic burst from her palms. BOOM. The sound wave was jagged, uncontrolled, and chaotic. It struck Jabari’s obsidian armor, the high-frequency vibration instantly finding the microscopic flaws in his glass-like skin. Jabari cried out in pain as the armor along his forearm shattered into a thousand razor-sharp fragments, throwing him backward into the dirt.

Jamie whispered. Damon thought about it for a moment, a way of pissing the old rat. “Tell Burson to fuck his own ass hard until I can see through his innards.” He said, a menacing grin stretching his lips, picking up the angle grinder and turning it on. “And oh, you won’t be going to need them in delivering a message. A small price to pay for trying to kill my woman.” The whirring noise whistled loudly and soon it was harmonized with a bloodcurdling scream and the sound of jagged blades cutting through human flesh.