Metal Virus Sonic Novels & Stories

My vision flared white-hot, the skin along my fingers splitting as my claws extended. I pushed off the floor with a terrifying burst of speed, my teeth bared, intent on tearing the leader’s throat out. Before I could land a blow, two of the mercenaries stepped into my path, before raising heavy, metallic cylinders. Suddenly... a high-frequency sonic blast ripped through the air, vibrating at a pitch designed specifically to disrupt an Alpha’s nervous system. I staggered with my head exploding in blinding pain as the runic silver chains wrapped around my torso like living serpents, burning deep into my flesh.

And yet, the hot spring hotel's faction had once been massive: five captains, seven elite guards, numerous mid-tier subordinates, and scores of recruited ability-users—over a hundred in total. This colossal force had been wiped out in a single sweep by Ray. Of course, Mary seethed with hatred. Ray, meanwhile, was utterly indifferent. This time, he switched tactics and used sonic stones. The destructive power was terrifying. Each massive stone struck like a small bomb. Hundreds of stones rained down in an instant, leveling the entire hotel. Supersonic steel rods excel at precise strikes; sonic stones are perfect for breaking through defenses. After this wave, all life was equal under his assa

When Amy pressed the power button behind 2Pac’s earring, she successfully shut down the metal man’s operating system, but a micro-electrical discharge exited from the power button, shooting a tiny burst of electricity through Amy’s fingers and down through the rest of her body. Amy collapsed to the floor, feeling a stinging sensation radiating throughout her body. She heard Omar scream after he watched his mother get jolted with electricity. 2Pac remained a statue on his feet and the supercharged light in his eyes dimmed off, leaving behind two tinted optical receptors. Amy powered down the metal soldier successfully and a locking mechanism activated inside the hydraulic joints in his artifi

She lunges forward, her hand darting toward my throat with a hidden, high-frequency sonic blade, but Clyde is faster. He doesn't let her reach me. His massive hand snaps out, catching her wrist in mid-air with a sound like a cracking branch. The shadow-aura around him flares, a localized, suffocating vacuum that instantly neutralizes the sonic blade, turning the metal to brittle, grey dust. "She’s poisoned," Clyde growls, his golden eyes narrowing as he detects the familiar, metallic tang of the Silver-Sieve in the woman’s blood.

MAX. A pulse of sonic energy exploded from the device. It wasn't a sound. It was a frequency of cancellation. ZWWWWWWWUM. The pulse hit the Hollows. They didn't explode. They simply... stopped. The blue light in their eyes went out. They collapsed like puppets with cut strings. The pulse hit Sebastian. He screamed as the crystals on his arm shattered into dust. The virus inside him was neutralized, forced into dormancy. He fell to the ground, unconscious but human.

It was faster. Stronger. And headed for Alma. Back in the Control Room “Upload at 86%,” Selene read aloud. “The virus is splicing into their central memory stacks. If you pull out now, they’ll be sterilized.” Alma nodded. “Just a little longer.” The door behind them exploded. Echo stepped through the smoke. Julian raised his weapon, but Echo disarmed him with a blur of motion. The real Julian tackled the clone, slamming it into the wall.

"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.

And all she could do now was defend. She could see that this new attack carried twice the amount of power compared to the one earlier. And that meant that she couldn’t just handle this with her inner energy coat. So she countered with a skill she didn’t need to prepare herself to execute. A special skill much like Silver’s Distort. It was called Sonic Blast. Opening her mouth widely, she inhaled a sharp breath of air, and then violently coughed out this air. But what came out wasn’t a gust of wind. What was returned was a powerful blast that struck against Mane’s blades and did exactly what the skill was named – cause a blast!

"Activation metal? Are you talking about the activation metal for the Satan Robot?" "That's right. The Satan Robot actually has two activation metals, but Doctor Dickens secretly took one out. You know very well that with only one, the Satan Robot's power lasts just half a day. Unless you insert the second activation metal, the Satan Robot will cease to function, and the police surrounding you will shoot you dead. Johnson, your game should end here." At this moment, Johnson was stunned. After two seconds of silence, he asked, "What do you want? How do we make this deal?"

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.