Sonic Freedom Novels & Stories

He held Maisie in his arms and rested his chin on her fluffy hair as he envisioned a bright future for the both of them. "Maisie, I'll be rich after the game is released. When that happens, I want to throw a fireworks show that's even grander than the ones we get at theme parks. I want to spell out your name with the fireworks so everyone in the city will know it's your birthday." Maisie giggled happily in his embrace. "Sure. It's a deal, then." "Yeah. I'll also want to buy you a villa in the nice part of Shelkin City. A luxurious one."

"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

"The noise of your 'freedom' has lasted long enough. The world craves the silence of the song." The Virtuosos used "Sonic Erasure." They began to sing a series of high-frequency pulses that targeted the specific "Identity Frequencies" of the pack. Xander felt his memories of the forest beginning to blur. Selene felt the weight of her blades becoming meaningless. Even Emma found herself staring at the Conduit, her creative mind momentarily seduced by the terrifying, perfect beauty of the machine’s geometry. "Eva! The Prism!" Xander roared, fighting through the mental fog to reach her.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

"One more slip like that and we've got them in the palm of our hands." "And we'll crush them," growled Damon, who had lost his best friend, my father, to the organisation. His fists clenched as though he were imagining wrapping it around someone's throat. His head jerked up. He looked me right in the eye. "We are with you, Alpha. Do whatever it takes to get them." I inclined my head. "Of course, I will."

"The results showed we really are mother and daughter. But I didn't feel happy at all, because I understood then that blood doesn't decide everything. Over twenty years of favoritism have been carved deep into your bones. In your heart, Lindsay is your only daughter." "Nonsense!" she snapped back, though there was a trace of guilt in her voice. "You think so?" I didn't press further. I simply said, "Mom, this will be the last time I call you that. From now on, you only have one daughter—Lindsay. There is nothing left between us." With that, I hung up. There was no sadness in my heart—only an unprecedented sense of relief. Like someone who had carried a crushing burden for far too long, I had

I almost laughed when I heard Flora say all that. After a long pause, I finally said in a calm voice, "Flora, have you lost your mind? I'm your younger brother, and that's all I'll ever be in this life. I have school here overseas. You want me to throw everything away and go back? Not happening."

"Jason, your whole family is rotten! When Lily was assaulted back then, you traded away her justice for the investment in your company. Did you forget that?" Then, I pointed at a man in the crowd. "It was you! You assaulted Lily, then used money to buy Jason off. That's why you're still walking free!" Everyone immediately moved away from him while whispers surrounded all of us. "Jason built his fortune on her sister's suffering, then let his mistress kill her. That's almost demonic..." "I'm on Clara's side this time. I'll tell my dad to cancel every investment in their company." "Me too." Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!"