Shadow Sonic Exe Novels & Stories

The sun had gone down over the horizon hence the dim lights were limiting her acute sight. “Who’s there? What do you want?” Samantha shouted against the darkened forest. The sound carried on against the darkened pine forest as she stood her ground. There was no movement after she called out toward the shrubbery. However, her acute hearing was picking out a low howling and a snarl that traveled across the darkness.

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.

And for the first time, the idea didn't feel completely insane. It felt necessary. *** That evening, they stood across the street from Aelion Industries. The building was quieter than it had been during the day. Most of the employees had already left. Naomi adjusted the Ox-Co equipment around her face and looked at the entrance. Emma stood beside her. "I'd like to officially record that I hate this plan." "You've said that three times," Leonard murmured. "I want it documented." Sofia checked her watch. "Two minutes." Naomi looked at her.

He smirked and nodded as he went onto a quieter street. The weather changed as we drove farther. The wind increased, banging the automobile windows, and the sky darkened dramatically. A sharp boom of thunder shocked me, and rain began to fall, thick drops covering the windshield. "Looks like we've got company," Tyler murmured as he halted the automobile. The rain became heavier, and the wind howled, rattling the trees that lined the road. Visibility was deteriorating by the second. "Should we turn back?" I inquired, gripping the edge of my seat.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

For if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known about Eva and Marie’s Sonic Clap. Sonic Clap was a sound based martial art that was difficult to study. Among the Undead, only a few with the exception of Eva and Marie had been able to study this skill and only three – two of them being the female assassins trying to kill Aiden – had been able to completely master it. Sonic Clap wasn’t as destructive as other martial arts, but it was very dangerous. Armed with the ability to destroy the eardrums of any who heard it and disorient as well as temporarily destroy the sense of balance of a person, Sonic Clap was not to be underestimated. Its greatest flaw however was that it was only best used as a sneak

Harrison nodded, tapping the hologram. "A convoy leaves the Aegis Manufacturing Plant at 03:00 hours. It’s carrying a shipment of Mark IV sonic dampeners and a prototype batch of 'Null-Heads', armor-piercing rounds designed to penetrate the very shields Silas gave the Vanguard. If we get those, we can arm the Bloodhounds for the European extraction." "And the security?" I asked. "Heavy," Harrison admitted. "But they’re overconfident. They aren't expecting a ghost pack to hit them in the blind spot of the Mag-Lev tunnels."

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.

The facility shuddered as the first of the obsidian monoliths broke the sound barrier. The sonic boom didn't just rattle the glass; it resonated through the water, a physical punch that nearly knocked Elara off her feet. Jax didn't move. He was no longer just a man at a keyboard; he was the grounding wire. His hand was fused to the interface by a web of red, crystalline filaments. He could feel the cold Atlantic pressing against the facility’s hull, and he could feel the burning heat of the Hive’s gaze from the upper atmosphere.

We were winning. Then, the ground vibrated. From the dark ridge overlooking the courtyard, a heavy, armored Zunter vehicle rolled into view. Mounted on top was a massive, satellite-dish weapon. "Seth, get down!" I screamed through the link, but it was too late. A massive, invisible wave of high-frequency acoustic energy discharged from the dish. The sound didn't hit our ears—it hit our skulls. It was a localized sonic weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s internal equilibrium. Hunter and Seth dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as their wolves howled in pure agony.