Sonic Scourge Novels & Stories

Riska shouted at the Master AI. The Master AI blinked, and suddenly a powerful, low-frequency sound wave swept through the tunnel, heading straight for Kevin. VVVVWWWOOOOMMMMMM! Kevin staggered, his hands reflexively covering his ears. His 'Level 3 Synthetic Buff' gave him physical strength, but it did not make him immune to sonic attacks. "Argh! What is this?!" Kevin roared, his protein pistol wavering. "That's a modified version of the 'Sugar Disintegration Sonic Wave,' Kevin!" Riska shouted, her voice firm.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

She closed her eyes, whimpering as she fought herself for control. She suddenly went calm. Her eyes morphed into a glowing white as she opened them. The following second, she screamed. Soon as her scream exploded through the place, a heavy windstorm like a hurricane engulfed the place, the rain lashing down heavily, causing a flood. Every creature who heard the sound exploded like there was a time bomb on them. Standing structures and trees began crumbling as the storm grew, carrying things through the wind. Creatures and things were affected by the sonic effect, but never the people with the NC device. The sonic effect skipped everyone who wore the device, including KR members.

Bryce stomped down hard, snapping the Stafford butler's right hand—the one holding the knife. "Ahhh!" More sickening cracks followed. One by one, the Stafford butler's limbs were crushed underfoot. He collapsed into the blood like a heap of broken flesh, unable even to crawl. Bryce spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, killing intent blazing in his eyes. "The Stafford family of Scallow City, huh? Tomorrow, I'll bring my men and flatten your ancestral graves—make you pay back every last bit, with interest!" The next morning, I sat calmly on the sofa, sipping hot tea at a leisurely pace.

My hair was cut into jagged uneven strands and deep lines had been scarred into my face which was discolored, bruised and battered. Furious, I smashed my fist into the mirror and watched the shards rain down to the floor. I dropped to the floor and began to sob, body trembling. Why hadn't I died after what Rosalie had done to me? There was no use continuing to live. I was repulsed by my own self, and I had nothing left. Not even my child. I reached for one of the jagged pieces of glass, ready to end my pathetic existence just like Rosalie had wanted.

None dead. "You let them corner you," Cade said. He was already scanning the garage entrances. "I needed to see who was sending them," I said. "And?" "Rogue. No court affiliation. Hired." "By who." "Still working on that." I looked at my hands. The shaking had stopped. My vampire side was pulling back from the red edge, which took more effort than it should have. "What's the sonic frequency." "Designed to disrupt vampire motor control. Non-lethal at this range." He holstered both weapons with the practiced ease of someone putting away car keys. "You had two down before I got here."

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

He showed his right palm where his Scar of Shame was---an ugly, X-shaped scar. The bitterness in his voice made Ryder remember that what happened last year was a messed up one. Hearth didn’t want to surrender to the government so they brainwashed Absinthe to counter Aegis. Hearth was defeated along with Absinthe but Aegis didn’t also really win, only according to the news. Ryder and his team were able to take down Hearth but at the cost of precious lives whose souls were invading his dreams every single night.

Massive, toppled towers lay across the landscape like the ribs of a fallen colossus, and the ground was a patchwork of rusted plates and glowing, radioactive slag. ​“Brace yourselves!” I shouted, though my voice felt thin and fragile in the roaring wind. ​We hit the ground with a force that sent a shockwave of salt-dust into the air. The Song-Sleeper didn’t slide; it shattered. The crystalline hull reached its limit, the resonance failing as the iron-heavy earth of the Scrapyard of Saints claimed it. I was thrown forward, my chest hitting the pedestal with a sickening thud. For a moment, the world went black, the only sound the high-pitched ringing in my ears.