Gray Sonic Character Novels & Stories

"Frequency 440! I have it!" She let out a sharp, piercing whistle that didn't sound human. Down in the pit, three of the Synthetics suddenly veered off course, their heads twitching violently as the digital red in their eyes flickered to white. They began to snap at each other, their neural links were overloaded by Cindy’s resonance. I didn't have copper skin or sonic whistles. I had a combat knife and years of knowing exactly where a wolf’s weak point was.

"Not the answer I was looking for. Try again." Phillips wheezes, his face contorting with agony as he forces out a broken laugh. "What do you want me to do? List them? So you can go after my people? Do this sick shit to all of them, too?" He spits blood and glares at us. "Fuck you!" Gray tilts his head, tapping the hammer against his palm like he's considering his next move. Then, without a word, he swings again, harder. Phillips' scream echoes through the garage, and I smirk beneath my mask.

The Quartz Chamber didn't deploy turrets or gas. Instead, the walls began to vibrate, the crystalline structure of the room acting as a giant speaker. The frequency was a sharp, high-pitched "Siren Note" that bypassed the ears and struck directly at the nervous system. Marrow and Silas collapsed to their knees, clutching their heads as blood began to seep from their ears. Emma let out a strangled cry and fainted, her psychic shields shattered by the sheer volume of the magical resonance.

Instead, they would hide like venomous snakes in the shadows, waiting for a moment when he let down his guard to strike. Ray had no intention of living with that kind of threat hanging over his head. At this point, he no longer cared about exposing his abilities. He paused briefly, opened a spatial portal beneath his feet, and fired three more sonic stones. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. They streaked toward Lucas and the others in pursuit. A "sonic stone" earned its name because it truly traveled at the speed of sound—about 340 meters per second. And how far away were Lucas and the others? Less than a hundred meters.

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

Zen couldn’t possibly miss the pink carpet theme full of rose quartz crystals lining the route he was meant to take. Following that path, Zen heard the bouncing sound effects. However, it was very different from all the other slime bouncing sound effects. The orange slimes had a metallic clink, the green slimes sounded squelchy. The pink boss slime sounded like dough on a chopping board but these pink baby slimes… These baby slimes! Boing! Boing! Zen halted just before turning in. He knew that those pink slimes would be inside once he turned. However, the sound effects and their cute little high pitched cries made him swallow hard.

Grayson ordered as Rosa joined them again, covering the rear. Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered, and from around the corner came a sound–a wet, clicking noise. Not footsteps. Not quite human. Grayson raised his weapon. "Something’s here." They froze. A figure turned the corner. Not a soldier. It was a hybrid. Taller than a man, with elongated limbs and partially synthetic plating across its torso, its face shimmered with artificial skin that rippled like liquid over bone. Its eyes locked onto Elena, and then onto Rose.

The sound dropped from full disruption to partial disruption, which was the difference between moving limestone is impossible and moving limestone is very difficult, and Xander took the difference and worked with it. The large slab above the V-pocket moved. The pocket opened. Silas was in it. He was alive — chest moving, breath present — but the alive had a quality to it that Xander registered in the first second and filed as urgently bad. He was grey. Not pale the way he'd been grey after the jammer surge or the conduction. A different grey, with an undertone to it that was wrong, the color of something that had been exposed to cold stone for long enough that the cold had become participato

Alexis whimpered, resting his head on his mate's chest. Gray chuckled as he made his way up from the floor. "You must be Riyan, I was wondering when you'll show up. But now that you're here, let's start killing each other!" To be continued...!

It scraped my vocal cords raw. "Now." The technician scrambled to a wall panel. It was still discharging in short, erratic snaps. The smell of singed plastic and ozone hit the back of my throat. He bypassed the melted circuits, his fingers trembling so hard he nearly dropped his tools. A holographic projection flickered to life. The light was unstable—a blue-white strobe that made my retinas throb. General Korg appeared. He was a brute. His neck was a column of scarred muscle. His golden eyes were wide with a frantic, animal energy.