Female Soundwave Novels & Stories

The sound wave hit my eardrums, vibrating in my molars. "The tyrants are broken! The Sky City belongs to the people!" The refugees shifted. Their scent—a mixture of salt-sweat, fear-pheromones, and adrenaline—thickened in the air. They looked at Kaine. Then they looked at me. I walked toward him. My knees were weak, but I forced my muscles to lock. My bare feet sank into the cold, abrasive grit of the Wastes. "Kaine," I said. I used the harmonic resonance of the Void. My vocal cords vibrated at a frequency that bypassed the ear and settled directly in the sternum.

“And so I am doing this to save yourself. Not for you. Not for me. But for our mother.” She heard the Soulwaker said, ringing through her head the last word she had spoken, as the sound waves became even louder. It made to the point where her head started to hurt. The sound waves were loud enough to make her eardrums pop out. Snowball was removed from her embrace as it dropped down to the floor and rolled off. She then covered her ears for protection. She couldn’t withstand the sound, it was so loud, making her scream in pain as the music started showing off and coursing through her system. The music felt so weird and foreign because she couldn’t recognize the lyrics, or rather what was the

I tried to scream, using the loudest tone I could, my throat aching from the effort, but nothing. Apparently, it was soundproof. I was completely isolated. That’s when I understood everything. He was going to make me watch. Why did I think even for a single moment that Rayan didn’t have a plan to get through the wave? It was obvious he knew he would be affected the same way I was. And, if it depended on my admission of defeat, things would be torturous for him too. Unless he could relieve himself. The Wave put us in a state of extreme heat, uncontrollable desire for our partner, but it could be appeased if there were Intercourse with another wolf in heat.

I never meant to become obsessed with the woman on the other side of the thin wall that separated our apartments. Her name was Misha. I learned it the first week she moved in—heard it shouted through the plaster when her friends helped her carry boxes. She had a low, smoky laugh that carried, the kind that made my skin prickle even when I was trying to concentrate on work. Then came the sounds. At first it was just music—darkwave, synth-heavy, vibrating through the shared wall at midnight. Then the occasional sharp crack of leather against skin. A woman’s gasp. A murmured command. Always female voices. Always late.

a splash of thoughts. She didn’t even notice that for how long she walked but until she reached her house, some tears were dried on the cheek, some on neck and some reached her shirt collar and made it wet, giving a cooling effect to her collarbone. All the way after thinking, finally she made a decision. She hoped that her mother would not notice her face. She reached the door but a sound captured her attention. Someone was reciting a holy book, it was in Arabic, she did not understand it but a sense of tranquillity, peace she felt in her mind. The reciter again came up with the translation and read “AND PUT THY TRUST IN ALLAH, AND ENOUGH IS ALLAH AS A DISPOSER OF AFFAIRS” And she was dazzl

"When you're in trouble, you can use it. Call me right away." Sheepishly, the birthday boy opened the box and found a small device—a mobile phone. A tear fell from his eye as he caressed the brand new gift. He's always wanted one, but he's always too shy to ask the Alpha. The Silver Pack Alpha runs a small company, the primary source of income for the whole pack. Every month, the members, especially the non-working younglings would write their wish list and, if agreed by the council, the list can be approved, granting and buying whatever a young werewolf asks. Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list.

But the sound had that weight to it — a thing that lodged in the throat and waited. Jonah breathed out and leaned forward. “One more clean,” he said. He worked methodically, the square of his jaw flexing as he pressed keys. The software spun and the room listened. The whisper came again, softer, richer, and strangely closer than it had any right to be from a pixel on a screen. “It says—” Jonah stopped. He swallowed like he had a pebble lodged in his throat. He looked at the waveform, then at the microphone, then at the rest of them. “It’s a name. I can make it out if I isolate the frequencies.”

When she saw the blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth, she could not help but shout in a deep voice, "How dare you try to trick me with such a small trick?" A spiritual secret skill like this kind of sonic wave was something that had almost been lost in the current Ethereal Land and was rarely seen. In the last life, Zephyr Khan learned about the existence of this kind of soul secret skill from the ancient books and secret books when he practiced with his master. The sound wave type soul secret skill was different from an ordinary soul secret skill. It must be transmitted through sound waves. It was extremely powerful! Usually, one could enter an illusion without leaving a trace whil

The "Eraser Wave" was not a wall of water or fire, but a wall of absolute silence that moved through the vacuum at a fraction of the speed of light. As it approached Aethelgard, the vibrant azure sky began to bleed into a dull, necrotic grey, and the liquid quartz oceans beneath us started to simmer with a frantic, jagged energy. I stood at the primary resonance console of the First Mother’s Breath, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, a rhythm I had to maintain as the universal metronome for the entire planet.

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.