Iron Sonic Novels & Stories

Activating its powers again, the halberd set loose a sudden surge of purplish-gold brilliance and the destructive beam shot at the Human King of the Chamber. Bong! Bong! The Human King took out a little drum and pounded hard on its face. The little drum shone like a diamond as it rumbled, and the air quivered. Boom! That shattered the purplish-gold beam fired by Chu Xun's halberd and the sonic waves came crashing like tidal waves. Sonic wave attacks?! It was the sort of attack that Chu Xun would always find cumbersome for it deals damage directly to one's soul. The sonic waves came like an unstoppable tide, falling down trees and tearing them into chips and flakes with terrifying efficacy.

They had a boy barely older than Jamie ring a handbell at every word Amen until the sound was a net. The House of Sacred Song knew what all devotions learn late: sound moves through stone. Sound holds. Sound binds. I do not know whether my hunger will learn to bind me stronger than their iron did. I fear the answer. I fear more that it will not. The night gave me its full attention. That is not a comfort. A siren far off keened like a priest who has forgotten which God he serves. A neighbor above her rooms argued with a box that vomited numbers. A drunk two streets over tried to fight a door and lost.

“Fix her attitude.” My dad stepped forward, holding a sleek, black metallic device. My stomach dropped as I recognized it—a handheld neurological sonic disruptor. It was a weapon specifically designed to scramble a supernatural’s equilibrium by targeting our heightened nervous systems. “This is your last chance to be smart about this, Soraya,” my dad said. His voice was entirely devoid of emotion, like he was talking about a weather report. “Go to hell,” I spat. He didn't hesitate. He pressed the cold tip of the device directly against my temple and clicked the trigger.

He jammed his finger down on the emitter’s trigger. A wave of invisible, crushing pressure slammed into the room. Cattleya screamed, her ears ringing with the sound of a thousand glass panes shattering at once. The vampires didn't die; they shrieked in agony, their bodies convulsing, their skin blistering and turning to ash where the sonic waves hit them. The room became a kaleidoscope of chaos”shattered relics, dust, pulverized stone, and the desperate, thrashing forms of the undead.

The sound is a weaponized resonance, engineered to detonate the silver curse and obliterate the elders into fine powder along with anyone listening. The destructive sonic wave threatens to tear our eardrums apart, turning the sacred assembly hall into a screaming vortex of shattered metal and high-frequency agony. I grit my teeth against the blinding pain in my temples, raising my arm to shield my face as jagged fragments of silver rain down across the dais like deadly shrapnel.

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.

Waves of force spread outwards and caused the trees along the clearing’s edge to sway and get pushed back into the trees beside them. Both Claire and Max were thrown back a dozen meters and were both stunned by the sound. The sheer energy of the soundwaves wrecked their eardrums. It sent them to the very brink of losing blacking out. Miko and her drone were flung back and thrown to the ground as well. Her body rolled around a bit until a bush caught her, and stopped her from going any further. Amal was also pushed back and knocked down to her knees. Only Eva was able to stand her ground. But she too was deeply shaken by the sonic attack.

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

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.

The impact threw debris into the air, and the shockwave hit my chest like a hammer. She stood in the crater she’d made, her gaze sweeping across us with no hint of recognition, only rage. How were we supposed to knock her unconscious when she could dodge everything we threw at her? We needed to disorient her. I reached behind me and pulled out the Sonic screamer. Its sharp hum vibrated against my palms as I powered it on. I gave Quin a signal, a single nod. She raised another Dream Blaster. “On my mark,” I said, tightening my grip.