Metal Virus Sonic Novels & Stories

The hand of obsidian smoke plunges through the glass, bypassing the basalt shell of my ribs to seize the high-frequency vibration of my Moonstone heart. A greasy tide of necrotic purple code floods my system. The 14-B virus, fueled by the Silence-Weaver’s manual override, pours into my silver-mercury nerves like liquid lead. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

None dead. "You let them corner you," Cade said. He was already scanning the garage entrances. "I needed to see who was sending them," I said. "And?" "Rogue. No court affiliation. Hired." "By who." "Still working on that." I looked at my hands. The shaking had stopped. My vampire side was pulling back from the red edge, which took more effort than it should have. "What's the sonic frequency." "Designed to disrupt vampire motor control. Non-lethal at this range." He holstered both weapons with the practiced ease of someone putting away car keys. "You had two down before I got here."

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.

My metabolism slammed on the brakes, and the agitated microbes settled back into a deep, quiet slumber. The truth of the game was simple. The virus wasn't spread by a bite. It was activated by sound. The party upstairs raged on, my family lost in the thrill of the slaughter. They had no idea that every gunshot, every scream, every beat of the music was waking up the plague inside them. And my "stupid" choice, the one they mocked and isolated me for, was the only thing keeping me alive. "Another round!" Chloe yelled on the channel. "Crank the music to max! Let these zombies feel the power of rock!"

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