Sonic Boom Blaze Novels & Stories

Malcolm had made it to the closet and was opening the door. Suddenly a loud blast deafened her. The ground shook. She grabbed at the blinds to steady herself, but they swayed, causing her to stumble. Alarms rang out. And another sound that Aya realized was people screaming. "Oh my God." She peeked out the window. In the glare of the morning sun, she spotted a plume of smoke. "An explosion?" Malcolm whispered. "Where?" "I'm not sure. All I see is smoke." Aya glanced back. He was sagging against the closet door, deathly pale.

*Boom* Like a fighter jet at maximum speed his steps produced sonic booms, and his spear shook the space around it. Igneous’ eyes narrowed at this. Digging his feet into the ground, he too pressed forward, travelling towards Jack like a comet. In his heart he summoned the power of flames that he had been gifted with, and his flames grew brighter. With a loud roar he swung his blade, producing an aura blade that was fiery in nature! Undaunted by the deadly flames, Jack thrust his spear forward, his weapon vibrating so quickly that it looked like his arm was in different places at the same time. His eyes flashed coldly as he drew upon one of his strongest techniques.

She definitely did not give off this type of aura when she was I the restaurant earlier. Max: I’m just playing Grace. Mind if my friend tags along. I figure it’s probably better to tell her face to face that Levi actually wrote my number down and not his. My phone pings again and lights up. Grace: The more the merrier, see you soon. I grin at Levi, “Let’s go to The Rocks”

"But the party's over." The two silent stones suddenly blazed, the blue with light, the black with fire, and drew in power in a rush so powerful the air around me boomed from the sonic shift. ***

If a creature of that size coming out and destroying everything means, it must be Choas in there. 'Brother, it's getting out of control. None of us can stop it for much longer' Brandon's panicked tone reached Blaze. 'I am almost there Brandon. Infact exactly over your heads' Blaze said, looking down at the mess and destruction the Ankara made.

Alex said as he moved out of the waterfall. He set me on the ground after we reached the land. BOOM! There was a huge explosion causing me to stagger backward. Alex held me preventing my fall. Huge clouds of vapor erupted clouding our vision. The temperature rose higher and higher till it had reached a scalding level. Alex enveloped us in a shield of energy to protect us from the impact of detonation. When the clouds finally cleared there was nothing left. The waterfall had vaporized and the Fire Cube had vanished. It was as if there never had been a waterfall before.

"It's Hope Linwood speaking here, Tyler." Just before the countdown ended, I pulled a modified mini-EMP jammer from my belt kit. I then stuck it to the bomb's casing, successfully preventing the explosion. "I've neutralized the main bomb with an EMP, but that was just a feint. Mr. Jenner isn't really a hostage—he's a decoy. Their real target is the building's central power control. They're planning to overload the city's western grid by detonating the energy core, triggering a large-scale blackout.

Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee! IM-MAR-TU!” Then I turn to the South, “Sutu! From the desolate lands gallop forth! In the darkness, I shall ride these winds, I summon thee! SU-TU!” Next, I face East, “Sadu, Mountain Wind of the blazing dawn! Send forth the storms of burning rain! I summon thee! IM-KUR-RA!” Finally, I turn to the North, “Istanu, storm winds which split open the land, I summon thee! IM -SI-SA!”

The glass flew across the room, narrowly missing Zachary Reid's head and shattering against the wall in an explosion of crystal shards. For a second, the room stood still, frozen in shock at the violent outburst. Zachary barely blinked, remaining stoic as he felt the stray pieces brush against his cheek. " What the hell do you mean she hasn't come home?" Tris roared, his voice filled with venom. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched, and his fists were balled so tightly his knuckles had turned bone white.

Not yet. “Look at me,” she commanded, her voice sharp as a blade. When he didn’t respond, she stepped closer, pressing the gun against his forehead. “I said, look at me!” His bloodshot eyes opened slowly, meeting hers with a mixture of fear and disbelief. For a moment, the basement seemed to hold its breath. Then Amira pulled the trigger one final time. The bullet tore through his skull, splattering blood and brain matter across the room. His head slumped forward, lifeless, and the room fell silent except for the sound of Amira’s ragged breathing.