Reverse Sonic Novels & Stories

The Inversion of the Ritual Leo sat down on the cold floor, mimicking the Resonants' posture. He didn't try to stop the hum; he began to Modulate it. He introduced "Discordant Notes"—the sound of a child crying, the sound of a hammer hitting a nail, the sound of a stutter. He was performing Neural Dissonance. "Listen to the noise, Julian!" Leo shouted over the rising cacophagus. "That's the sound of Learning! The Overseers don't have that! They just have a loop of what they already know!"

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

Aiden scolded his brother. “Meaning?” Jack raised his brow in doubt. “You’re using sound transmission in front of Davies? You know those things are like the loud music of a vibrant night club to that boy’s sharp ears, don’t you?” Aiden chuckled. Sound transmission was a method of communication that involved transmitting once voice using vibrations targeted at one particular person. They were usually inaudible to everyone else but the one for him they were intended, but there were special people like Davies who could listen in on voice transmissions no matter how astute one was. Aiden was positive that Davies heard what they had communicated.

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.

"Good. Stay connected to Sarah. If this goes sideways, we need extraction." She nods, but the worry doesn't reach her eyes. She is past worrying. We keep moving, pushing deeper into the tunnel. Then I hear it. A high-pitched whine, right at the edge of hearing. Ultrasonic. "Stop," I say, grabbing her arm. Isla freezes. I scan ahead. Thermal shows nothing, but the sound is directional, coming from the ceiling tiles ahead. A sonic deterrent. Non-lethal, but designed to drop a man to his knees with vertigo. If we cross that threshold, it’ll hit with the force of a physical blow—nausea, disorientation, total loss of balance.

​The Pale Sentinel. ​It turned its sightless, violet head toward the Vocalist’s silo, and a sound erupted from its core. It wasn’t a song, and it wasn’t a roar. It was a screech of pure, unadulterated dissonance that shattered the glass in Silas’s console and sent me to my knees, clutching my head in agony. ​Winnie! Thorne screamed, catching me before I hit the ground.

One of the cylindrical sonic disrupters flickered, its hum building to a whine, then ceasing. The pressure in the room eased a quarter. Quick as a flash, with a breath of relief, Sabatine ducked under a swinging baton and struck the man in the throat with an elbow. He took hold of a stun baton when he saw a man crumpling and thrust it into an attacker’s ribs. The man jolted and collapsed. "The sound field was fragmenting, becoming patchy," Tom noted. "The other disruptors were warbling in an unordered Anton stood gasping over the faulty console, his hands scorched, his ears ringing in the sudden, relative quiet. His eyes met Sabatine’s across the room.

‘Hard not to,’ Cochran replied, irritation clear in his voice. The sound began to oscillate and suddenly the men found its presence uncomfortable, their hands clamping over their ears in an attempt to shut it out. Without warning, the CD player discharged a terrible high pitched, sonic scream that forced Cochran and Jimbo to their knees, their faces screwed into agonised masks. Just when Cochrane thought he would have to jump overboard to escape the terrible cacophony numbing his brain, the CD player’s carcass buckled before shedding its plastic skin across the deck in a spectacular explosion of sparks and debris.

He scampered over and handed it to me with an apology. "Aunt Yoana, I'm sorry, someone was calling you. I hit the answer button by accident while I was playing games on your phone. I didn't mean to." I took a look and saw that it was a number I did not recognize. The phone crackled with a voice quivering with rage. "Yoana, this is way out of line!" I paused, a flicker of realization crossing my mind, before I ended the call and gently patted Timothy's head.

’’ I said to her in a deadly tone before taking everything within me and letting out a highly destructive and deafening deadly Hyper Sonic Scream of a high amplitude. A wave of destruction occurred like a razor wind to the whole forest with some strong trees even falling down to the ground from the flow of deadly sound waves which flowed out of my mouth. Both Vampires and Lenoras because of their super sensitive hearing instead of trying to kill me were now clutching their painful ears and as for Vera she was also screaming as her ears hurt too. When I was pretty sure that my deadly hunger had been satisfied from seeing Vera and Lesley in deadly pain too, I then closed my mouth and stopped t