Sonic Freedom Novels & Stories

The notion of such a specialized ability intrigued him, even though he remained cautious. "Tell me more about this 'Sonic Resonance,'" Scott urged, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the man's expression. The escaped man nodded, understanding the need to provide further explanation. "With Sonic Resonance, I can generate focused sound waves, amplifying them to destructive levels. I can shatter glass, destabilize structures, and even incapacitate enemies through sonic blasts. It's a powerful but dangerous ability, one that the rogues wanted to exploit for their own gain."

Godfrey and the possible relationship between them. “Have I been speaking to the air? Keep your distance away from him. He's unpredictable, and you can't possibly trail him without him knowing. Not with your current ability.” he said, and Sonia hated to admit that he was right. Sonia stood up from the bench with rejuvenated spirits. “Let's go. I have to check something out at home.” she said as she walked away hurriedly. Sonia got to the hotel parking lot and got on her motorcycle before driving off.

I thought it was Ben Tennyson, so I asked Alicia and I thought I was right because of her replied that sounds the same. Alicia told me to take care because “Ben Carson” not “Ben Tennyson” was powerful. I replied her not worry about me because I'm already great that whoever wanted to fight me, I would defeat them. I would defeat even Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Spider Man, Flash, Green Lantern, Cat Woman, Captain America, Aqua Man, etcetera etcetera. What the hell! I hope not so, I would never want to fight those respected superheroes, but for my freedom, I could risk everything. Alicia told me where Ben Carson was, so that I could attack him secretly and the same with the earrings woman,

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."

He suddenly felt a strong surge of fear and insecurity. Meanwhile, Jacklyn kept calling his name next to him, "Archie? Archie!" However, what used to be Archer's favorite nickname from her suddenly turned into a piercing sound loudly buzzing in his ears. Frustrated, he shoved Jacklyn away and shouted, "Who gave you permission to call me like that?" Jacklyn landed on the ground in a heap, and tears immediately formed in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. "Archie? What happened to you?" Archer glared at her with red eyes and roared, "Nobody but Selene can call me that!"

"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

Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life. I exhaled as a bundle of wind hit my face, close my eyes and feel it, that's what my mother always tells me to do. I used to get confused and wonder what does she mean? Now I know, close your eyes and feel the mobility of this world, the vibes every element sent. Fresh air, the twittering of birds, the roaring of engines, and the talking of people. It isn't noisy, it's life-full. A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billio

Zen smiles against her lips and slowly kisses her holding her chin in between his index and thumb. “Papa papa! I wanna go to the ocean papa please!” Tim runs in the room and grabs Zen’s hand and starts pulling him out of the open balcony into the ocean. He chuckles seeing the little guy so excited and pulls Isabelle with them and starts running towards the ocean with both of them. Tim jumps into the water letting Zen’s hand go; Isabelle watches him jump around in the water and feels a sense of peace settle in her heart knowing very well that no matter what happens Zen will always take care of Tim. “Papa come papa!” He shouts in excitement while Zen picks him up and gets deeper in the water.

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