Sonic Medallion Novels & Stories

the population from what they termed a "Biological Cult." Avery stood on the observation deck of the old Ritz-Carlton, her hair whipped by a wind that tasted of impending rain and ozone. In her hand, she held a handheld sensor that mapped the acoustic signatures of the warships. "They’ve deployed the 'Sonic-Distruptors,'" Tommy said, his face illuminated by the bioluminescent moss on the walls. "They aren't using traditional shells. they're broadcasting a high-frequency dissonance designed to shatter the Sombra-marrow. If they hit the resonance frequency of the Coral-Spire, the roots will liquify. The building will collapse into the sea."

“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?”

Mina’s voice crackled through their comms, distorted by the dense, oxygenated fluid filling their suits. From the "Sparrow" submersible, a modified Sonic Disruption Torpedo launched. It didn't explode. Instead, it unfolded, releasing a burst of Inverted Acoustic Waves (sound waves specifically engineered to reinforce, rather than shatter, Isotope bonds). A shimmering, translucent dome of blue light—the Hard-Light Aegis (a temporary energy barrier)—expanded around Elara and Kazimir, creating a safe, stable bubble of energy within the chaotic, violet-tinted water.

The door closed behind me, and I strode down the stairs, not too long I finally came in contact with a bright golden light. I stood there with a small firm smile on my face, it's been a long time since I came to this room. "Aetherion Medallion," I announced and stretched my hands upward, and in a few seconds a book flew toward my hands. In front of the book was a diagram like that of a medallion drawn on it. I stared closer at the diagram, and my eyes widened. "This diagram is the same as the necklace Hazel is putting on." "Hazel can't be related to the Silver Creed Pack could she?"

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.

Kian activated the first phase of the outer perimeter defense: the Acoustic Deterrent. Miles away, hidden below the tide line of the resort's private reef, specialized sub-surface devices deployed by Kian unleashed a powerful, targeted low-frequency sonic pulse. The burst, non-lethal to human tissue, was precisely calibrated to exploit the sensitive hydrophones and structural weaknesses in the MG's fast-attack craft.

Marcus, his heart racing with anticipation, reaches out toward the Medallion of Zirun. Its pulsing energy seems to call to him, as if it recognizes the ancient blood that runs in his veins. As his fingers touch the surface of the medallion, a wave of power courses through his body. Ancient images and memories of past clans echo in his mind, connecting him to the history and essence of the medallion. A voice deep as earth, hot as fire, glistening as water and whispering as air echoes, coming from everywhere at once:

“There is a lot more to that story and the medallions of equinox.” “Medallions of Equinox?” Scott asked. “There are Stones that were used to banish a powerful demon named Equinox.” “The Gamma Deus Demon?” “How did you ….” “Snuck into mom’s old books a few weeks ago after she took away my tv.” “You deserved it.” Sardonyx smirked for glamouring that Pizza guy to bring free food.” “It’s not like she ever gave us an allowance. Besides drinking animal blood gets boring.” “Anyway, were getting off topic.” His sister reminded him.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

It was not Sidastir, and there were no objects on. Akana felt how something burned on the skin. He looked down to see the medallion become alive and drill into the skin with a couple of claws. Sen tried to rip off the medallion, but it just burned him, and Sen's hand smoked from the encounter. "The medallion has a strong spell over it, several if I am not mistaken," mumbled Sen, and Akana looked up at his brother. "To do what?" Sen examined his hand, whose wounds healed together.