Sonic Medallion Novels & Stories

SQUELCH. Miller gurgled, stumbling backward. Blue blood sprayed the walls. He fell to his knees, gasping. [The Beacon] Sebastian stood over the dying hybrid, breathing heavily. "What is your plan?" Sebastian demanded. "Why infect yourself just to die in a cage?" Miller smiled through bloody teeth. "I am not a soldier, Sterling," he wheezed. "I am a... flare." Miller’s body began to glow brighter. The blue blood pooling on the floor hummed with a strange, high-pitched frequency. It wasn't a biological reaction. It was a Sonar Ping. Sent directly through the ice.

“It can no longer stay here.” “They don’t appear contaminated,” I stated, observing how every time the dark tendril tried probing them, a white bursting light pushed back its darkness, repelling the persistent evil. “So far, the other relics are rejecting its vile force. Though there is no telling how long the purity of their core can resist it,” Zuzu warned. Taking out my phone from my jeans, I dialed Penn. “Alpha, I’m at your service,” she answered brightly. “The medallion is vibrating and emitting a vast amount of dark energy,” I said over the phone.

Within the light, a hologram of a mermaid appears, signing in Atlantian Aquasign, "Hello, Sonoclam Help Line. How can I assist you?" The merchant explains to the mermaid hologram that he was merely placing a test call, and he closes the clam to disconnect the call. He then opens the case again and accesses the menu to find the function to open the amplifier. As he selects the option, the metal setting holding the pearl lifts from the clasp, still connected to the hinge. In the tiny space under the amplifier, there are a few wires and a small crystal cube with a horizontal slot in it. The merchant takes a small thin flat crystal and slides it into the slot, gently snapping the amplifier back

It was a brand, a localized sun melting through her clothes, through her skin, burrowing deep into the marrow of her bones. "Just a little longer... please." She collapsed forward, her forehead pressing into the drift. The scent of her own scorching flesh filled her nose, a terrifying testament to the magic failing within the metal. For twenty three years, this medallion had been her anchor, her silence, her cage. Snap. The sound was not loud but it resonated in the center of her mind like the crack of an iron vault door being wrenched from its hinges. The heavy silver chain exploded.

"He has Kaden. The first tower... it’s not destroyed. He’s using a sonic field to paralyze the alpha bond." Elias didn't hesitate. He reached down through his own shirt, his fingers wrapping around the traditional silver medallion their mother had left him the only other piece of the silver bloodline that remained in the world. It didn't hold a core like Laila’s soul, but it carried the same genetic resonance, the same celestial frequency that could act as a bridge.

Mills is starting to lose his patience. “Because I want your son. It has to be him. ONLY HIM!” he slammed the table and took out what looked like a broken medallion. “We haven’t used this before, have we?” he grinned while looking around the people at the table. The Medallion of Power, originally a map of the Diamond Country that was moulded using molten gold was divided into five pieces. Each province is represented and each medallion is possessed by the heads of the families.

The moment she unwrapped the fabric, the room filled with light. Her breath caught. In the center lay a dazzlingly radiant medallion. But it was no ordinary medallion. It was oval-shaped, its edges covered in intricate silver engravings. Runic symbols, wolf heads, moon and star motifs... But what made it truly captivating was the crystal section in its center. Inside... there was a liquid. Amber-colored, phosphorescent, alive. When she gently shook the medallion, the liquid stirred inside, moving as if it were living.

“But maybe you carry it. You died and returned. You’ve walked where no light exists.” Lyra hesitated. Her fingers hovered over the third mark. When she finally touched it—nothing happened. Silence. And then— A tremor. The temple shook. The altar split with a loud crack. All three marks glowed blinding white, then bled red. The ground beneath them fractured. From the earth rose a column of black stone—and in it, a sealed relic: a medallion, shaped like a full eclipse. Selene reached for it. The moment her fingers brushed its surface, a scream tore through the temple.

"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

Morat’s voice, emanating from the cracked medallion, was filled with a trembling fury, yet it sounded distant, like a cry from the bottom of a deep well. "He TOUCHED you?!" Siron gasped, nearly dropping the bronze medallion that now bore a fracture down its center. From that crack, a pale blue light spewed forth, pulsing weakly. "Morat?" Siron whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Are you... are you there?"