Sonic Deadly Six Novels & Stories

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you had feelings for the girl.” Six’s gaze narrowed. “But you do know me, or at least what I am.” “One of the true sociopaths of our little ragtag group.” “You aren’t one?” I asked. I’d assumed they were all a variety of psychotic. “Oh no, darling, I am. Six here just happens to be one of the most emotionless of us all. A great actor if he was able to woo you before he abducted you.” The cadence of his voice was almost lyrical. Smooth and transitioning, an almost feminine quality. Much different from Six’s monotone, masculine one, and somewhat out of place for a killer.

With a swift movement, I peeled off the carbon fiber mask, taking a deep, ragged breath of the bunker's familiar, ozone-scented air. "Fifty million dollars in military-grade tech, completely stripped from Thorne's primary logistics line," Zero said, stepping out from the halo of his server monitors. A slow, rare smirk touched his lips, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on me. "The underground boards are melting down, Vesper. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who just cut Malakai Thorne's throat in his own harbor."

Sonny Boy was a twenty-six-year-old black drag queen. She was testing games for software companies when she was eight. She was a manager by the time she was ten. By the time she was twenty-two she was designing software for Fortune 500 companies. Her software ran the companies. Sonny Boy was the only known human to crash Deep 6. Each cell of the honeycomb was fire-walled against its neighbors. The casing of the entire structure itself was fire-walled against the world, including the U.S. military, the FBI, CIA and the Israeli MOSSAD.

, Sly said. "So what do we report back to Lord Dracula?" He asked the group, confused. "We have never failed in our mission before, that is why we have the reputation as the deadly 6 and we are not about to fail now", Ax said confidently. "Let's each split up and go different directions. I believe before tonight we will find something useful to report back to Lord Dracula", he said. "Good but remember we are instructions, no one should engage the enemy when he finds it but report back here later tonight. Cobra and the originals will finish the job", Sly said with a devilish smile, as the deadly 6, all wearing black went their different ways.

I back up till my sneakers hit the rocks around the well. Have they found Alec? God, I hope not. If I hid him in the wrong spot, if it’s all my fault that he’s found… I don’t get to worry about Alec for long. The Silver Hunters attack me five at a time, coming at me from all sides. The switch flips in my brain, and power and speed pumps through my veins. I meet the Hunters head on, confidence pulling my lips into a grin. I kick a man in the stomach. He falls to the ground, and I punch another in the face. Blood spurts from his nose, and he turns and runs.

,Arena seemed to catch the frequency, "The room you are in is the room rumored to have that deadly curse. There used to be two people who died there.." Taking a long breath, Arena continued: "Have you heard Mozart's sonata? When the music plays, someone dies. It's the SONATA CURSE." The thunder resounded throughout the sky when mentioning the death sonata.

"Second, the 'Flash-Freeze.' It’s a concentrated version of the stabilizer you’ve been stealing. When inhaled, it triggers a hyper-calcification of the marrow. Its 'locks' their shift. If they're mid-transformation, they stay that way, fragile, brittle, and incapable of using their strength." "And third, the Sonic Disruptor. Their hearing is 20% more sensitive than a natural wolf’s, as your friends had demonstrated at the arena, but much more lethal. This device emits a frequency that resonates with the kinetic redirection plating in their bones. It creates a feedback loop. To them, it feels like their own skeleton is trying to vibrate itself into powder." My father reached under the desk an

physics. The "Sovereign Six" (formerly the Feral Six) stood at center ice. Across from them was a team that looked like a fever-dream: a Clockwork Juggernaut in the net, two Vector-Morphs on defense who could phase through solid wood, and a pair of Bio-Organic strikers who moved with the fluid grace of predatory vines. The puck was dropped—not by an official, but by the Senior Architect himself. He had traded his geometric robes for a simple wool sweater, his hands calloused from helping Zane dig a new well.

she said as she walked over to the table and picked up the device that she had created. A picture of the device was thrown up on the screen along with the specs. It was very impressive I did say so myself. Plus, it was all her own creation. She explained what the Axis-6 did. It was a vocal distorter that broke sound wavelengths with the press of a button. In turn, it sent a high-frequency blast to the Svaylar, incapacitating it for fifteen minutes. When it was pressed, it also sent a flare up to the Supernatural Council’s Enforcers who could get to them immediately since the device had GPS.

And finally… shadow. Not darkness. Shadow. Living, curling, intelligent. It reached for her fingertips like it knew her name. Six forms. Six elements. Fire. Shadow. Ice. Earth. Wind. Magic. Solari. Umbraen. Glacien. Terravyn. Velastra. Drakarae. Impossible.