Sonic Chilling Novels & Stories

Nobody liked the sound of that. Before anyone could ask another question... The Oracle's voice returned. Soft. Gentle. Every word echoed through the chamber. "The First Blood has entered." Blue flames flared higher. "The Father has returned." Savannah's heart skipped. Grayson. "He seeks the Son." "The Son seeks the Father." Every person inside the Temple stood perfectly still. Then... The voice changed. It became sad. "But only one path remains." The blue flames suddenly turned silver. Every Sentinel instinctively raised their weapons.

I hurried him on as we walked out of the room. "Clip! Clop! Clip! Clop!....." Our footsteps sounded as we walked through a long hallway, lined with flaming torches on the walls with green flames on them, giving the hallway a green hue similar to emerald. We had been walking through this hall for quite some time. Was this supposed to be a subway? Why the fuck was it so long?! I clenched my fists in anger as we kept walking and my walking kept evolving into stomps. I didn't have all day (okay, then again, maybe I did but you get the point)

Then pounding. Everyone froze. "Something's outside," Marcus said, grabbing the handgun. "Probably debris," Catherine said. "Or ice shifting." The pounding continued. Then a voice—muffled, weak: "Please... let me in..." "It's one of them," the elderly woman's daughter said. "The ones who walked out." Marcus opened the door cautiously. Harold's widow stumbled in, frost-covered, barely conscious. "Changed my mind," she gasped. "Too cold. Couldn't do it."

“I'm Mr Jasper and these are my associates... James, Torres, Benson, Darlene and...” Jeff doesn't give him time to finish. He gets rid of his skin mask and introduces himself. “Geoffrey Martins.” George jumps from his seat as if he has seen a ghost. He cowers in fear as he Jayson follows suit. They're all leaning on the wall, unable to make any further steps. “Jeff? Noooo!” And the poor guy passes out. Jayson excuses himself and as he walks towards the door, Torres is quick to barricade him, giving him one of those looks.

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

Caelum added. The twins didn't fight the Autumn. They introduced the Winter. They began to sing a frequency of absolute, frozen stillness—the resonance of the "Memory-Ice" from the Whispering Isles. It wasn't the cold of the Sunless, and it wasn't the silence of the Grave. It was the Quiet of the Seed.

the population from what they termed a "Biological Cult." Avery stood on the observation deck of the old Ritz-Carlton, her hair whipped by a wind that tasted of impending rain and ozone. In her hand, she held a handheld sensor that mapped the acoustic signatures of the warships. "They’ve deployed the 'Sonic-Distruptors,'" Tommy said, his face illuminated by the bioluminescent moss on the walls. "They aren't using traditional shells. they're broadcasting a high-frequency dissonance designed to shatter the Sombra-marrow. If they hit the resonance frequency of the Coral-Spire, the roots will liquify. The building will collapse into the sea."

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.

gray beam hit my palm and refracted. It split into a rainbow of light, scattering harmlessly. "My turn," I said. I didn't use fire. Fire was energy, and the Architect liked to eat energy. I used math. I looked at the Silencer. I analyzed its structure. It was held together by a specific resonant frequency. A chord. I found the dissonant note. I opened my mouth. I sang one note. A low, grinding tone that matched the resonant frequency of the Silencer's molecular bonds. HUUUUUM. The Silencer vibrated. Ripples appeared on its liquid-glass surface. It tried to adapt. It tried to shift its frequency. But I shifted with it. I chased it up the scale. CRACK. The smooth oval face shattered. The Sile

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.