Human Sonic Novels & Stories

I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead. The Siren's Song, lethal to anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, is the reason why sirens are as intimidating as they are rumored to be. Undefeatable and inescapable. Written about in the archives of military war plans concocted over the centuries, never been used in the past 500 years. Forbidden magic, only used as a defense to deter persons from a fight, is never meant to be practiced. Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal.

"Ingenious. You shorted the circuit. I underestimated you, Subject Alpha." "Let us go!" Mia screamed. She didn't hesitate. She kicked Silas in the shin and tried to bite a guard's hand. The guard simply picked her up by the back of her shirt like a kitten. "Put her down!" Aurora screamed. Her eyes flashed violet. Silas pulled out a remote. He pressed a button. The hallway ceiling emitted a high-frequency sonic blast. SCREECH! All three kids covered their ears, screaming in pain. It was a frequency designed to incapacitate enhanced brains. Aurora collapsed, fainting instantly.

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the

"Big words from a man trapped in my ward." "Trapped?" I grin wider, my fangs flashing. "This little light show? It tickles." The New Order members—eighteen of them, all in their stupid black-and-red robes—raise their sonic devices in unison. The sound hits me like a hammer to the skull. I double over with a grunt, pain exploding behind my eyes, my ears ringing. My bones vibrate like they're about to shatter, my vision going black. It fucking burns. I sway, gritting my teeth, fighting the pull at my consciousness.

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.

The sonic effect skipped everyone who wore the device, including KR members. Vinsen sensed the sonic screamer even before Kayla thought of screaming. He stood on the top of a tower he knew by the solid structure, wasn't susceptible to the sonic effect. With his mind, and hand motions, he controlled the power of the sonic with his eyes closed. He trapped the effects within the borders of V Empire premises, directed the movement of the sonic effects, and told it whom to kill and who not to, what to destroy and what not to. The trees stopped moving, and all KR members and wolves were unharmed, but V Empire and everything related to them got destroyed. The vampires in the tower burst at the soun

No elemental core could safely enter that atmosphere for long Fire would consume itself in rage, Earth would absorb the despair, Ice would shatter. "We need a cleaning crew that can isolate the vibration without absorbing it," I concluded. "We need the Sonic Academy." Mela and Rix, the students who had mastered the Code of Resonance, led the effort. They entered the chamber armed with their Sonic Transducers. They used their skill not to amplify, but to cancel. They generated a precise, inverse frequency the perfect sound of nothing to neutralize the lingering Shadow vibration. It was delicate, exhausting work, but their mastery of sound's geometry allowed them to safely purify the area atom

Caspian shouted. Suddenly, the north wall disintegrated. Four men in matte-black tactical gear descended on fast-ropes. These weren't regular soldiers; they were the Reapers, the Old Guard’s personal cleanup crew. They didn't carry rifles; they carried high-output sonic cannons designed to disrupt neural tissue. Whump. The first sonic blast hit the room. The frequency was so high it turned Caspian’s vision into a blur of grey static. He collapsed to his knees, his ears bleeding.

For if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known about Eva and Marie’s Sonic Clap. Sonic Clap was a sound based martial art that was difficult to study. Among the Undead, only a few with the exception of Eva and Marie had been able to study this skill and only three – two of them being the female assassins trying to kill Aiden – had been able to completely master it. Sonic Clap wasn’t as destructive as other martial arts, but it was very dangerous. Armed with the ability to destroy the eardrums of any who heard it and disorient as well as temporarily destroy the sense of balance of a person, Sonic Clap was not to be underestimated. Its greatest flaw however was that it was only best used as a sneak

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown twenty feet backward, his body slamming into a stack of pallets with a sickening thud. I turned back to Silas. He was on one knee, his face contorted in pain from the sonic pulse. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers, and felt the raw, jagged power of his beast looking for a way out. "Give it to me, Silas!" I shouted over the whine of the machines. "Push it through the link! Now!" Silas opened the floodgates. The power hit me like a physical punch to the gut, but I didn't let it knock me down. I channeled it outward. I raised my free hand, my palm facing the ceiling where the sonic dampeners were mounted.