Shadow Sonic And The Black Knight Novels & Stories

He was close, held in the deepest level of the facility. As they reached the third basement level, they were met with a wall of sound. High-frequency emitters, hidden in the walls, began to pulse with a sound that was designed to scramble a wolf’s senses. It was a physical weight on Laila’s mind, a screeching agony that made her vision blur and her knees buckle. Kaden roared in pain, his hands flying to his ears as he collapsed against the wall. The Obsidian enforcers were similarly incapacitated, their wolf forms struggling to maintain coherence under the sonic assault.

He jammed his finger down on the emitter’s trigger. A wave of invisible, crushing pressure slammed into the room. Cattleya screamed, her ears ringing with the sound of a thousand glass panes shattering at once. The vampires didn't die; they shrieked in agony, their bodies convulsing, their skin blistering and turning to ash where the sonic waves hit them. The room became a kaleidoscope of chaos”shattered relics, dust, pulverized stone, and the desperate, thrashing forms of the undead.

He yelled loudly and fell, crashing the black pot along with him. The chief priest stopped halfway in his sacrifice when he heard the sound of the broken pot. He quickly ran to the backyard of the shrine where the black pot hung on a tree then he stopped. Split like crushed pieces of stones was the sacred black pot. He swayed his eyes and saw Ibekwe running away. He did not chase him because he knew it was a waste of time. He shook his head. He knew what had to be done. He went back to the shrine where Nwaka and Ezinne sat, holding the two sacrificial cocks.

The frightening soundwave shook Sir Osborn, Paxton, and the other regular Osborn family members into bleeding out of their orifices and falling to the ground. Swenson looked shocked. “Is that Sydartha Society’s Titanium Leo-roar?” Hank Veal’s signature skill? Kayson knew it as well?! Judging by how he had executed it, he was close to completing the practice, and even grandmasters could not possibly overlook the effect of the soundwave. “Hah!” Valdis shouted, dispelling Kayson’s soundwave with wrathful eyes that looked like they could spit fire. “Kid, you’re provoking me!”

The invisible blast hit the center of the Unbound vanguard. Dozens of the massive wolves collapsed, whimpering in sudden, paralyzing agony. The sonic wave was forcing the quartz plates in their fur to vibrate at a lethal frequency. I watched in horror as hairline fractures began to form along their armored spines. Silas was trying to shatter them from the inside out. Killian roared, fighting against the crushing pressure of the soundwave. He dug his claws into the earth, his silver eyes locking onto the lead truck. He could not reach it in time. The sonic field was too dense, acting like a physical wall of agony.

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

I clicked it and the scene played; a man rushing into the bathroom, shooting the woman who'd been in there and writing those shitty words with her blood. The man's face didn't show but his build…it looked so familiar I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to. I rewatched the clip, again and again, hoping to find something and when I finally did, I paused it, my gaze settling on the man's neck. Right there, on the left was a tattoo. One I recognised a little too well. Two swords and a helmet in the middle with blood dripping from the eye part of the helmet— the Black Knights. Those disgusting motherfuckers.

Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Ding! Ding! RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him.

"Don't... don't surrender." "I won't," Jack said. He stepped forward. He walked past his fallen team. He stood alone in the center of the spotlight. He drew his sword. The blade was chipped, the edge dull. It looked ridiculous against a tank battalion. But he was an Alpha. He would not die on his knees. "Fire!" the tank commander ordered. The center tank’s cannon flashed. It wasn't a kinetic round. At this range, a shell would kill everyone. It was a sonic distortion cannon—a wave of concentrated sound meant to rupture internal organs and liquefy bones.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.