Mecha Sonic Novels & Stories

My bodyguard, a hulking wolf named Brandon, stayed half a step behind me, his eyes scanning the crowd for anyone who might bump my stomach. "This mechanical unit can replicate any vocal frequency with near-perfect accuracy. Just speak a sentence, and it will echo your tone and timber back to you..." A technician was demonstrating a sleek, silver droid in the corner. I stopped dead, my breath catching in my throat. My feet moved toward the display before I could even think. "Does someone want to volunteer?" the staff member called out. Dozens of hands shot up, but I stood there, frozen. It was like a hex had been placed on my heart. I had tried to bury the horror of what happened in Mysticfal

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