Nightmare Sonic Novels & Stories

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

“Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo. Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo.” The ringing in my head is almost too much to bear. Tom goes over to the banister and starts whacking his head against the wood. That’s how the banshee kills you, screaming until the pain is too much to take and you end your own life, so she won’t have to fight you. “Stop him!” I tell Lucas, who’s hands are clamped over his own ears. “Once more,” I tell Evander, and feel power growing inside me again.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

But you must understand—I wouldn't ask this of you if the alternative weren't worse. From beyond the vault's reinforced entrance, the sound of tactical penetration equipment echoed against centuries-old stone. Not standard security forces—something more advanced. Something with capabilities that made even Carlos Rodriguez visibly tense. Sonia's tactical mind processed the approaching threat. "Military-grade sonic disruptors," she assessed. "Designed to incapacitate neural implants." Her eyes met Alex's with alarm. "They're specifically coming for you." Two minutes, thirty seconds until security breach. Two minutes, fifteen seconds until the Protocol activation window closed. A heartbeat for

If we cross that threshold, it’ll hit with the force of a physical blow—nausea, disorientation, total loss of balance. I could push her back. Pull her out of range. But I don't. "There's a sonic trap ahead," I say, my voice low. "We need to move through it fast. Cover your ears. Keep your eyes on me." She nods. No argument. Just trust. I move first, stepping into the threshold. The sound hits me instantly—a brutal pressure behind my eyes that makes the walls sway. My head pounds, vision blurring at the edges. But I keep moving. Five steps. Ten. Fighting the urge to vomit.

"Ingenious. You shorted the circuit. I underestimated you, Subject Alpha." "Let us go!" Mia screamed. She didn't hesitate. She kicked Silas in the shin and tried to bite a guard's hand. The guard simply picked her up by the back of her shirt like a kitten. "Put her down!" Aurora screamed. Her eyes flashed violet. Silas pulled out a remote. He pressed a button. The hallway ceiling emitted a high-frequency sonic blast. SCREECH! All three kids covered their ears, screaming in pain. It was a frequency designed to incapacitate enhanced brains. Aurora collapsed, fainting instantly.

I had to use the environment. "I can slave the yard’s old acoustic sensors to a localized loop," I said, my mind racing as the "Architect" pivoted to industrial sabotage. "If I can get the old steam-whistles and the foundry sirens to trigger on a delay, I can create a 'Sonic Screen.' It’ll blow their eardrums and mask your movements." "Do it," Enzo said. He was standing over a massive, rusted anvil, sharpening a machete with a whetstone. The shick-shick-shick was the only heartbeat the room had.

[Welcome to Eternal Nightmare. Survival is victory.] The cold, robotic female voice blasted through the dark while I was sprawled on the couch doomscrolling. The next second, a white flash nuked my vision and forced my eyes shut. When I opened them again, my living room had straight-up rage quit and turned into a blood-red wasteland. "Okay, what the hell?" I squinted and spotted my six-foot-two husband, Adrian Chase, already doing the whole protective-dad thing with one arm around our son.