Human Sonic Novels & Stories

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

‘’What the HELL was that!’’ Vera then said with her ears bleeding and clutching them in pain. ‘It’s what I call the Deadly Sonic Scream my final fifth power which I apparently copied from your Sirenic power and tweaked it to something worse.’’ I then said to her still with my deadly smirk. It was then Vera looked around and noticed how all her mindless minions were no longer under her control. Apparently my deadly sonic scream had broken through the spell.

His wolf whined, his senses overwhelmed by a frequency designed to paralyze the lupine nervous system. "Acoustics, Vane," Thorne mocked, stepping toward the shimmering dome. "The one thing a wolf can't fight is the very thing that makes him superior. Your hearing is your undoing." Elias, however, wasn't a wolf. He moved through the sonic wave as if it were nothing more than a light breeze. His tuxedo jacket was gone, revealing tactical gear and arms covered in glowing violet tattoos that seemed to pulse in time with the children’s silver light. He didn't use a gun. He simply reached out and grabbed the barrel of the sonic projector.

I tell her when she looks at me and I know she remembers what happened. “The sound he used. Sonic cannon. He was developing it while he studied me. It is called Alpha. If they use the right sound, they can use it on whales. I listened while they thought I was sedated. Apparently, they used it in the past. To prevent whales from beaching, now he will use it to subdue my people and slaughter them. So you marking me has caused a problem. Have you been punished yet?” she says and I look away from her and she scoffs.

Sonic scratched the back of his head. “Let’s go” Ben got up and pulled Dana to the corridor. “What about when that lady comes back?” Dana whispered. “Sonic will deal with it!” Dana turned to look at Sonic, just in time to see him rolling his eyes. Sonic put his index finger to his lips to command silence and a warning by a cutthroat action with the thumb of his right hand complete with a menacing look once he realized that he was seen by Dana. Dana quickly turned her head back.

One of the cylindrical sonic disrupters flickered, its hum building to a whine, then ceasing. The pressure in the room eased a quarter. Quick as a flash, with a breath of relief, Sabatine ducked under a swinging baton and struck the man in the throat with an elbow. He took hold of a stun baton when he saw a man crumpling and thrust it into an attacker’s ribs. The man jolted and collapsed. "The sound field was fragmenting, becoming patchy," Tom noted. "The other disruptors were warbling in an unordered Anton stood gasping over the faulty console, his hands scorched, his ears ringing in the sudden, relative quiet. His eyes met Sabatine’s across the room.

"Good. Stay connected to Sarah. If this goes sideways, we need extraction." She nods, but the worry doesn't reach her eyes. She is past worrying. We keep moving, pushing deeper into the tunnel. Then I hear it. A high-pitched whine, right at the edge of hearing. Ultrasonic. "Stop," I say, grabbing her arm. Isla freezes. I scan ahead. Thermal shows nothing, but the sound is directional, coming from the ceiling tiles ahead. A sonic deterrent. Non-lethal, but designed to drop a man to his knees with vertigo. If we cross that threshold, it’ll hit with the force of a physical blow—nausea, disorientation, total loss of balance.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

I paused at the same time as Trei did. A soft tingling sensation coursed throughout my entire body as I heard a soft humming and gentle voice in the room. It was very faint but it was clear that I hear a humming. “You heard that too, didn’t you?” Trei asked while looking at me. He shrugged off Skyr’s chokehold on him as he got to his feet and grinned widely. “The song of the Triton - or at least a piece of it.” “So that’s the sound of the Triton?” I wondered softly. “For a weapon of immense power, it gives off a serene sound.”

Possessiveness surged through my veins as he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, making her giggle. My jaw ticked in anger as I slunk a little closer, when some idiot decided to block my vision while dry humping the girl in front of him. Growling, I forcefully shoved him out of my way, making him trip over someone's foot and face plant into the ground. He yelled at me from behind but I ignored him by continuing to walk by. The blasting music muted the sound of my footsteps against the grass. The song Victorious by Panic! At the Disco played on the speakers at high volume with the bass turned all the way up. It was so loud, that I guaranteed someone on the other side of the cou