Metal Virus Sonic Novels & Stories

My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself. Within what felt like an eternity, but in reality was an agonizing minute, where my legs once were was a long, thick and scaly, green fish tail. I looked myself over again when all that was left were residual aches, and found small fin-like appendages on my elbows and sides of my upper arms.

"The noise of your 'freedom' has lasted long enough. The world craves the silence of the song." The Virtuosos used "Sonic Erasure." They began to sing a series of high-frequency pulses that targeted the specific "Identity Frequencies" of the pack. Xander felt his memories of the forest beginning to blur. Selene felt the weight of her blades becoming meaningless. Even Emma found herself staring at the Conduit, her creative mind momentarily seduced by the terrifying, perfect beauty of the machine’s geometry. "Eva! The Prism!" Xander roared, fighting through the mental fog to reach her.

"When it hit the Discordant Pitch the black area of chaos, it did not silence it. It created an Echo of Absolute Stillness." The data showed that for a split second, the discordant pitch wasn't destroyed, it was mirrored by the Ice's absolute stillness. The virus of discord was a frequency that was mathematically unresolvable in their sonic reality. "The virus is a frequency of infinite friction," I realized, the truth settling on me with cold clarity. "It's the sonic equivalent of the Aetheric Entropy, but instead of mathematical decay, it promotes acoustic self-destruction. They cannot silence it because silencing a frequency requires another frequency and this one is designed to consume a

The ancient Moreno symbol on his forehead burned like fire. “Stop this destruction!” His voice was no longer that of a child—it was the voice of an ancient ruler. In an instant, the thousands of soldiers froze. Their red chips began to flicker. A golden aura spread from Sona’s body, flowing across the ocean waves. As the golden light touched them, their red glow slowly turned blue again. The virus… was being neutralized. But my father wasn’t done yet. From the violet sun above, a massive beam of energy struck Sona directly. He screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground. His golden aura faded—and instantly, the soldiers turned red again and charged toward him.

The silver neural fluid in his veins exploded into a brilliant violet aura that completely enveloped the machine, his teeth acting as a physical grounding wire that slaved the corporate transmitter to our own pack frequency. Against my breast, my daughter let out a sharp, clear cry—a single, multi-layered note that carried the raw weight of an un-inked alpha sovereign. The moment her voice hit the iron walls of the hold, the purple vortex didn't just hold the wipe code—it reversed its direction.

Miles slowly made his way over to me. “Miss. Lucrezia please pick up your brother so as not to scare him. Hold him in the same manner in which you brought him. I will be taking you to your room now.” Miles whispered like he was trying not to disturb anyone. I did as I was told. I tried not to look as we left but the image of vampires drinking the blood of the person next to them sent a chill down my spine. One of the vampires whose name I hadn’t yet learned licked his fang as I left.

Kaelen roared. He charged the clone. The boy didn't move. He didn't flinch. He just pressed a button on his cane. A high-pitched whine filled the arena. Kaelen stopped. He grabbed his head. He screamed. He fell to his knees clawing at his ears. "Sonic frequency," the boy explained calmly. "Designed specifically for the Genesis physiology. It liquefies the brain." Kaelen writhed in the mud. Blood began to pour from his ears.

He pulled a small, silver-backed hand mirror from his pocket—one of the many relics he’d salvaged—and held it up to my face. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. My eyes were no longer hazel. They weren't even the gold-flecked brown they became when the "Sync" was active. Both of my pupils had vanished, replaced by a flat, matte silver that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The silver virus wasn't just in my blood anymore. It was claiming my sight, turning me into a living mirror of the very machine we had tried to destroy. "Dante," I rasped, the world beginning to blur into a digital haze. "I can't... I can't see you anymore. Everything is just... code."

She jammed the Silver Pen into the fuel hole. What are you doing the masked man shouted. He stepped back. He was afraid. That is a hydrogen battery. You will blow us all up. I am not blowing it up Maya said. Her eyes glowed with a light. I am changing the medicine. Maya pushed the spark from her palm into the Pen. The silver virus inside the Pen met the fuel. It did not explode. Instead it began to grow. Tiny silver vines shot out from the Pen. They covered the vehicle in seconds. The engine began to make a musical sound.

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.