Sonic Exe Screams Novels & Stories

I couldn't find the words to describe it. "Destructive sonic waves?" Bruno asked to which I just nodded. "Yeah, that! Destructive." I answered him. "So... An ultrasonic scream?" Claire asked no one in particular "I'll call it a Hypersonic scream. Ultrasounds should be too high for humans to hear." Bruno corrected, standing up from his seat beside Abigail's bed. "Werewolf hearing?" Claire argued, making me look between the two of them in confusion. These were too much information for my tiny brain to process.

He knew holding back would not do him good and quickly cast the Nine Voices of Chaos. A magical sound wave passed through the Chaos Sword, transforming into a Sonic Sword Energy. A strange sound resonated throughout the Sword World. The First Sonic Sword Energy, which contained the power of the First Tone of the Chaos' Nine Voices, dashed at the Extraterrestrial Demon’s head. The Extraterrestrial Demon raised his long sword to parry the attack. Creak!!! His long sword cracked, and he suffered a terrifying backlash. His body fell from the sky and crashed into the ground.

Kaelen roared. He charged the clone. The boy didn't move. He didn't flinch. He just pressed a button on his cane. A high-pitched whine filled the arena. Kaelen stopped. He grabbed his head. He screamed. He fell to his knees clawing at his ears. "Sonic frequency," the boy explained calmly. "Designed specifically for the Genesis physiology. It liquefies the brain." Kaelen writhed in the mud. Blood began to pour from his ears.

"Ah, that is proper, I see...... Hey, as though that has been possible! You're asking me to transport at supersonic speed!? Stepping with the left foot earlier than the proper foot touches the ground, after which stepping with the proper foot earlier than the left foot lands... That type of ridiculous theory! This isn't always scientific!! Besides, plugging the ears with supersonic arms will truly burst the eardrums and the semicircular canals, okay!!" ...Turning the above scream into words, he replied, this time receiving a go-back message signed via way of means of all 3 of the women. " " "Stop speaking nonsense and pull it out!!" " " "What is with this effective triple blend strike......

"MMMNNNNGGG!!" Sonja screamed as blood gushed out from the wound I dealt. I clutched my head and looked at the suffering Sonja. Something is wrong...There is something really wrong here...I...I'm supposed to feel happy, but why do I feel...Sadness? I felt a very painful pang in my chest. I screamed as I fell on my knees. I could hear my nails scratching on the wooden floorboards as I tried to make a fist. "AAHHHHHH SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!"

Then his eyes started to flicker—gold of my compulsion to a dark red—and he screamed like a creature that had been doused in hot, boiling oil. The high-pitched sound was loud enough to cut through the very fiber of one's sanity. It was guttural and utterly gut-wrenching. My guts recoiled instinctively. Gilles is at my side in an instant. “Shit! What the hell is going on now?” he gritted, his face twisting with a scowl and a look of dread, mingled with disgust. My hands were fists inside my pockets, my blood stewing on the inside but I reined in my composure, my head tipping back a bit.

An invisible, concussive shockwave of sound erupted from hidden transmitters in the ceiling of the foyer. The effect was instantaneous and devastating. The advancing mercenaries immediately dropped their tactical shields and weapons, screaming in agony as they collapsed to the shattered marble, desperately clawing at their bleeding ears. Adrian Moreau staggered backward, his aristocratic composure shattering into pure, paralyzing physical trauma as the sonic frequency hijacked his equilibrium. "Hold on to me!" Lucien roared over the unbearable pitch. He wrapped his massive left arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. Before I could process the command, the heavy marble floor

A frequency that disrupted the supernatural wiring of our nervous system. I forced myself onto one knee. Then another. My vision danced with static and white sparks. I pushed through it, muscles ripping against the pressure. “Stay down,” one of the soldiers barked. “The director wants you alive.” Alive? Not going to happen. I roared, forcing my body to move. The floor cracked under my feet. I hurled myself toward the towering machine emitting the sonic waves and slammed my fist straight through its core. Electricity burst. Sparks flew. The sound died instantly.

Even if her opponent were a master fighter, their eardrums would shatter from her roar while their ability would reduce significantly, thus causing their defeat. In spite of that, it was like Zayn could foretell what was about to happen. When Mia launched her sonic scream, he had already reacted in advance as his ears clamped in on themselves and covered his ear canals, successfully avoiding Mia’s soundwave attack. At the same time, Zayn growled back at her. He was as loud as her, possibly even more sonorous. It sounded like a dragon’s howl that woke everyone up when they heard it.

"Did you really think you could keep the Silver to yourself, Elena? If we can't have the North, no one will. Director, you have permission to fire." The air turned white. The ships didn't fire harpoons this time. They fired Sonic Cannons. The blast hit the glass floor, and the vibration was so intense that my nose began to bleed instantly. Leo and Ace collapsed, clutching their ears, their golden auras flickering. "No!" I screamed, lunging for them.