Iron Sonic Novels & Stories

he added, yelling at his men. Three brave or should we just say very stupid soldiers rushed forward, towards her, slamming the sonic devices into the ground. The high pitched whine that had incapacitated Alex and the other wolves at the gala in the estate some days back, when the mercenaries infiltrated the pack to attack instantly filled the air. Zara tilted her head to the side a little as she looked at the sonic devices with mild curiosity. She then stamped her front paw. The earth rippled. The vibration traveled through the ground, targeting the devices specifically.

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.

Lucian purred softly, his velvet voice ringing clearly across the silent room. The lead mercenary whipped his weapon around, but before he could squeeze the trigger, Alexander activated the secondary circuit from his tablet. A high-decibel acoustic deterrent, installed directly into the foyer ceiling, erupted into a localized sonic pulse. The three men dropped to their knees, clutching their ears as the invisible wave shattered their balance.

He just said, “Now.” The quick-witted female in front of the server banks smacked her finger onto a key. "Not an alarm. A switch." Panels slid back with a hydraulic hiss from above. No sprinkler systems. The four cylindrical objects lowered, each with a low-pitched, piercing hum that resonated in your bones. Sonic disruptors. Non-lethals, but totally debilitating

"Zack, get your head down! Those aren't survey drones!" Victor’s boots slammed into the lunar dust, sending a grey plume spiraling upward in the weak gravity. He lunged, grabbing Zack by the back of his tactical vest and hauling him behind a jagged obsidian ridge. A fraction of a second later, a beam of concentrated sonic energy shrieked over their heads. The rock hissed. Cracks spider-webbed through the stone where the sound hit.

It was a spell. ​A violent, invisible shockwave of sonic energy erupted from the tip of the bone staff. The sound wasn't loud in a traditional sense; it was a glass-shattering screech that bypassed the ears and tore straight into the minds of everyone present. Dozens of hardened Silver Ridge warriors dropped to their knees, clutching their ears as blood began to seep from their canals. ​The sonic screech blasted upward, a visible ripple in the night air that tore across the courtyard. It bypassed the frontline entirely, ignoring Marcus’s snapping jaws and the drawn swords of the elite guards. The force of the magic slammed directly into the upper levels of the keep.

Even if her opponent were a master fighter, their eardrums would shatter from her roar while their ability would reduce significantly, thus causing their defeat. In spite of that, it was like Zayn could foretell what was about to happen. When Mia launched her sonic scream, he had already reacted in advance as his ears clamped in on themselves and covered his ear canals, successfully avoiding Mia’s soundwave attack. At the same time, Zayn growled back at her. He was as loud as her, possibly even more sonorous. It sounded like a dragon’s howl that woke everyone up when they heard it.

I said, to which she hummed in reply. She opened her palm, showing tiny bolts of lightning bouncing between her fingers. A gasp escaped my mouth as I jumped up to my feet to get a closer look. "Holy shit..." That was all I manage. The phone lifted from her hand and hovered over to the other with the lightning, instantaneously reacting with the electricity, making the phone beep with the little battery icon appearing on the black screen. "How do you use it?" "You hold it up to your ear and talk, something about sound waves and the person on the other end hears what you say. Virtual conversation, one that doesn't happen face to face." I tried my best to explain.

The harmonies we created became a part of the city's heartbeat. Miles, my youngest son, was the shining star of our subway symphony. With his tousled hair and a guitar strapped across his chest, he exuded an infectious energy. But it was his piano skills that left everyone mesmerized. Miles possessed a rare talent—one that touched the souls of those who listened. Every evening, our station became a stage, and the subway walls transformed into a grand concert hall. The resonance of the piano keys danced through the air, accompanied by the gentle strumming of my guitar. We played with an unwavering passion that transcended the chaos surrounding us.

As it made contact, a high-frequency, inaudible hum emanated from the device, vibrating with an almost sickening intensity. ​This was Axton's Neural Resonance Inducer, disguised within what looked like a comms unit. Its primary function was to emit targeted ultrasonic frequencies, precisely calibrated to disrupt specific neural pathways. Ren's current state was a chaotic blend of amplified instincts and warring physiology due to the serum, his brain was essentially a storm of uncontrolled impulses.