Sonic Boom Blaze Novels & Stories

“That could get me in trouble.” Silence falls around us but we could both feel the tension in the air. Ethan starts driving, keeping a slow but steady pace as we retrace our earlier route. “It’s about time,” Ethan mutter but I hear it. I whip my head to his side, only to be surprised by the booming sound of a firecracker exploding in the distance. “…What?” Ethan slows the car and parks on the side of the road, giving us a clear view of the fireworks display.

So is the wine glass on the nightstand, half-full and left there because no one is going to complain about it. She is forty-five years old, and she is not unhappy. That is, she realizes, a catastrophic thing to be. The heart attack is fast, which she will later understand as mercy. There is no dramatic final thought, no parade of faces. There is only the crack in the ceiling and then the particular absence of everything — and then, with no transition she can account for, there is light. Fluorescent. Institutional. The kind that hums. "Serra." She blinks.

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.

A new shower of shards rained down on me as the side window in the back exploded as well. “Fuck,” Nico snarled while he tried to get a connection with his phone, probably to call Damian. Fear was clogging my throat tightly. Fear for my own life was only a small part of it. Seeing Nico in clear line of fire terrified me even more because he couldn’t duck his head and one bullet could put an end to everything. We turned another corner and I slammed against the door. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting my rising sickness. More shots rang out and Nico let out a hiss and I peered to the side.

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

Meanwhile, we’re out here, miles from the protective warm barrier, throwing rocks like two bored children who wandered away from a very cold daycare center. Valen launches one rock across the valley floor. It cuts through the frigid air so fast it audibly breaks the sound barrier, blasting out a tiny sonic boom that cracks and echoes violently off the towering mountain walls. I swear the compacted snow actually trembles beneath my boots from the force.

GIVE ME BACK WHAT’S MINE! A blinding flash erupted outside the front window, followed instantly by a concussive **BOOM** that shook the cabin to its foundations. Winters’s propane trap. The thermal bloom on his scanner flared white-hot, then vanished. **<< Diversion. >>** Winters stated coldly. **<< He’s circling. >>**

"Daniella, when did you become so unreasonable?" I barely heard what he said. A sharp ringing filled my ears, my vision blurred, and my legs suddenly gave out. Instinctively, I reached for something to hold on to, but before I could, my body collapsed. "Daniella!" I heard Brandon's panicked voice. He seemed like he wanted to help me but stopped. Because right beside him, Lexie said, "Ms. Pace must be doing this just to stop me from moving in…" Meanwhile, Brandon actually believed her.

Humiliation burned my cheeks, but fear kept me silent. Blaze moved back to the table, selecting a pair of pliers this time, inspecting them like he was choosing a weapon for war. I clenched my fists. “You’re not going to hurt me.” I tried to put on a brave face but my voice was trembling. Blaze arched a brow. “Oh?” I forced myself to nod. “You’re not a killer.” Blaze hummed, dragging the chair back in front of me and sitting down again. “That’s where you’re wrong, Summer.” He smirked, leaning closer. “I just don’t kill people the way you expect.”

However, that was likely not the case, as she didn’t sound or act like that. Someone questioned her. “Who are you? How dare you play tricks when Rowan here agreed to let us do whatever we want?” “Ahem…” Blaze cleared his throat. “Who said I did? I said you need to have what it takes. And that means if you have what it takes to beat me. Only then would you all be able to break the boundary open.” At the same time, Zendaya looked towards the fire phoenix in the sky. The voice sounded rather familiar to her.