Sonic Hypnotized Novels & Stories

I held my breath to increase the frequency of the spores. I released a low growl and spread a concentrated burst of the spores on him. The werewolf began to vibrate as the spores began to enter into his ears invading his brain. In a moment he would have no choice but to Submit to me. With my vibrating vocal cords, I began to speak in a rhythmic, hypnotic cadence, thereby inducing a trance-like state into the worm of a werewolf. His limbs were relaxed and his face became sleepy. His mind and mental wall were broken and all mine to do as I please.

With a surge of determination, he swiftly reached into his pocket, retrieving a small vial containing a potent sleeping pill. The room seemed to hold its breath as David moved with calculated speed, closing the distance between himself and Sabrina. His fingers deftly uncorked the vial, the faint aroma of the sleeping potion wafting through the air. Time seemed to slow as David extended his hand towards Sabrina's slumbering form. ‌ Sabrina, aware of the impending danger, fought against the residual effects of David's hypnotism. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to break free from the haze clouding her mind. Her instincts screamed at her to escape, to resist David's grip on her c

Scarlett questioned the hypnotist doctor about any additional side effects, her gaze shifting to where Anthony lay, his eyes closed as if in a deep sleep after being hypnotized by staring at a round, silver-like orb. The hypnotist had used a silver round orb that hung from a chain and spoke words that Anthony didn't want to hear as he moved the orb from left to right. Unconsciously, Anthony’s eyes followed the movement of the orb as he listened to the doctor's hypnotizing words until his eyes grew heavy and he fell into a deep slumber.

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

No elemental core could safely enter that atmosphere for long Fire would consume itself in rage, Earth would absorb the despair, Ice would shatter. "We need a cleaning crew that can isolate the vibration without absorbing it," I concluded. "We need the Sonic Academy." Mela and Rix, the students who had mastered the Code of Resonance, led the effort. They entered the chamber armed with their Sonic Transducers. They used their skill not to amplify, but to cancel. They generated a precise, inverse frequency the perfect sound of nothing to neutralize the lingering Shadow vibration. It was delicate, exhausting work, but their mastery of sound's geometry allowed them to safely purify the area atom

A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow. “You are not my father. You’re a rotten robot! Give me my dad back!” He throws a sphere of golden light at Lucas’s chest—right where the main processor is connected. Lucas screams in agony as the violet energy flickers violently. I stagger to my feet. “Lucas! Sona is calling you! Come back!” For a moment, the real Lucas awakens. His violet eyes turn brown. Trembling, he clutches his head. “Sophia… run! It’s consuming me… I can’t hold it back anymore!”

"I didn’t call you to listen to your nonsense. I’m going to ask you one last time—are you giving me the antidote or not?" Hawk let out a low, deep laugh. "It seems you’re the only one in this world who can’t be hypnotized by me." "If you’re trying to hypnotize me, you’d better practice more," Suzy retorted, fully aware of his attempt to conduct remote hypnosis. Anyone else would have fallen into his trap by now, but not her.

It was a digital, distorted growl. The front row of Hollows froze. Their glowing blue eyes flickered. They were confused. Two voices were in their heads. Thorne's voice: Kill them. Sebastian's voice: Stop. [The Reflection] Above the chaos, Dr. Thorne’s hologram flickered. He looked amused. "Impressive, Sebastian," Thorne’s voice boomed. "You are tapping into the Hive Mind. You feel it, don't you? The unity." "But look at your hand. You are crystallizing. If you use that power one more time... you will become a statue. Just like me."

Boston unplugged the telephone, closed the doors tightly, all the windows. “Damn it! What is happening?" he exclaimed, kicking the leg of the living room table until the table toppled and the glass shattered. The doorbell began to sound from outside, Boston didn't want to see who was coming. He sat on the sofa, covering his ears. He could not believe that after the hypnosis he did, all of this still happened. He was sure something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. Obviously, earlier he saw the results of the hypnosis transmission were running smoothly. He could clearly see the report on the monitor this afternoon.

"No. I’ll turn you." "You can't turn what’s already awakened," I said. I grabbed the back of his neck, my grip borderline painful. "Drink. It’s the only way to drown out the Council’s song." He drank. The moment my blood hit his tongue, the room felt like it exploded. A wave of frequency rolled out from us, shattering the remaining glass in the window and blowing the dust from the floor. Harrison’s eyes cleared, the frenzied glow fading into a steady, molten amber. The rot scent vanished, replaced by the sharp, clean smell of woodsmoke.