Nega Sonic Novels & Stories

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

Sonic the hedgehog who? "Sofia! Stop running. You'll trip!" Nadei's booming and scolding command made me halt in my steps and walk towards our room. - I washed my teeth and sighed at the small pimples that I had from my period that were fading but are still there and picked out an outfit. Fixing my hair into a slick ponytail, applying the green corrector on my pimples and a layer of foundation blending them as I applied a layer of pink lipgloss with a swipe.

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"What do you have?" "I have... I have the sonic repeller! The frog thing!" "The broken one?" "Yes!" "Throw it!" Jack roared. "Throw it in the middle!" Hayley didn't ask questions. She grabbed the plastic, frog-shaped device—the "Sonic Demon Repeller" she had bought from the late-night infomercial. It was cracked, wires exposed, sparking intermittently. She hurled it with a surprisingly good arm. The frog sailed through the air and landed right between the legs of the Cerberus triangle.

Klaus yelled. "Overload the system!" Sebastian roared. "Now!" Klaus grinned. A manic, punk-rock grin. He pulled out a remote detonator (which apparently controlled the club's sound system, not a bomb). "Eat this, fascists!" He cranked the dial. [ VOLUME: 100% -> ERROR ] WUB-WUB-WUB-SCREEEEEEEE! A frequency so low and so loud it wasn't heard—it was felt. The speakers exploded with a shockwave of sound. The Cleaners on the catwalk stumbled, clutching their helmets. The sonic pressure disoriented their inner ears. Their vision blurred.

Riska shouted at the Master AI. The Master AI blinked, and suddenly a powerful, low-frequency sound wave swept through the tunnel, heading straight for Kevin. VVVVWWWOOOOMMMMMM! Kevin staggered, his hands reflexively covering his ears. His 'Level 3 Synthetic Buff' gave him physical strength, but it did not make him immune to sonic attacks. "Argh! What is this?!" Kevin roared, his protein pistol wavering. "That's a modified version of the 'Sugar Disintegration Sonic Wave,' Kevin!" Riska shouted, her voice firm.

But he didn't expect that there would always be someone that didn't cherish their lives in front of him. A young man of the same age as him blocked his way. Behind this youth, there were were five or six other men. From the looks of it, they were all youngsters. The young man was very good-looking. But he couldn't be compared to Lucas. There was great gap between them. "Neil Chris, what are you trying to do?" Sofia stared at the youth as a deep disgust surfaced on her fair face. Neil was the super genius of Eastern Thunder Base City, a Rank 7 Transcendent Being.

Nikitas pov The room was a blur of screams and fear, as though their horror imprinted itself on the very air. They fled from me. I could taste their panic and fear—a metallic twang that laced the atmosphere as they skittered like insects from a sudden light. Just moments ago, death had been my companion, but now I stood, breathing and very much alive. Voices began to murmur in my head, growing louder and louder by the second. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could hear their frustration growing stronger by the second, leaving me startled and disoriented. A dark pulse vibrated through me—an unknown power that both alarmed and intoxicated, thrumming beneath my skin like black l

Every drop of shame. My gaze slid past her, to the glass cage looming behind. Reinforced, layered thick glass. “Tyla,” I called, already tugging a pair of earplugs from my holster. “It’s time.” She grinned, shoving her own plugs in place. “Finally.” I slipped mine in, then lifted the sleek, silver pistol from my side holster—the Sonic Screamer. Its core hummed, building a pitch that made the air vibrate even before I pulled the trigger.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.