Sonic Scourge Novels & Stories

It was a spell. ​A violent, invisible shockwave of sonic energy erupted from the tip of the bone staff. The sound wasn't loud in a traditional sense; it was a glass-shattering screech that bypassed the ears and tore straight into the minds of everyone present. Dozens of hardened Silver Ridge warriors dropped to their knees, clutching their ears as blood began to seep from their canals. ​The sonic screech blasted upward, a visible ripple in the night air that tore across the courtyard. It bypassed the frontline entirely, ignoring Marcus’s snapping jaws and the drawn swords of the elite guards. The force of the magic slammed directly into the upper levels of the keep.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

Scout (raising a dagger): “No. But it will stop the awakening.” He lunges. She stumbles back, slipping on the stone. Her hand scrapes along a jagged edge—blood blooms. Her crimson streaks spiral into the water. Ceres (gritting teeth): "Stop—!" Suddenly, the entire spring flares red. Steam hisses. Boiling bubbles rise. The scout falters—then screams as the water surges like molten lava. His armor glows. His skin peels. Within seconds, he's ash.

The invisible blast hit the center of the Unbound vanguard. Dozens of the massive wolves collapsed, whimpering in sudden, paralyzing agony. The sonic wave was forcing the quartz plates in their fur to vibrate at a lethal frequency. I watched in horror as hairline fractures began to form along their armored spines. Silas was trying to shatter them from the inside out. Killian roared, fighting against the crushing pressure of the soundwave. He dug his claws into the earth, his silver eyes locking onto the lead truck. He could not reach it in time. The sonic field was too dense, acting like a physical wall of agony.

The impact threw debris into the air, and the shockwave hit my chest like a hammer. She stood in the crater she’d made, her gaze sweeping across us with no hint of recognition, only rage. How were we supposed to knock her unconscious when she could dodge everything we threw at her? We needed to disorient her. I reached behind me and pulled out the Sonic screamer. Its sharp hum vibrated against my palms as I powered it on. I gave Quin a signal, a single nod. She raised another Dream Blaster. “On my mark,” I said, tightening my grip.

Hesitated, his subordinates asked, "Chief, he's willing to pay so much. Why not take the money and let them go? K doesn't have to know." Despite the temptation, Scarface rebuked his subordinate with a slap, cautioning, "Idiot! If K gets wind of this, we're finished." After his reprimand, he raised his gun and fired at Caleb. The muzzle of the gun was a terrifying sight, but Caleb managed to dodge it just in time, narrowly escaping the bullet. "Caleb!" Ember cried out, losing her composure and rushing to his side. Scarface, taken aback, remarked, "I didn't expect you to be so agile, dodging a bullet like that. You're lucky this time, but there won't be a next."

The roof of the Sovereign Tower was a jagged crown of obsidian glass and steel antennas piercing the toxic, neon-soaked clouds of the city. The air didn't just hum; it vibrated with the mechanical malice of the Sovereign Signal a low-frequency pulse designed to shatter the psychic barriers of every Lycan in a five-hundred-mile radius.

Luna's voice rose to a shout, her aura flaring. It was a mere flicker of her former power, but it was enough to send the omegas scrambling for the door. Marissa shot her one last venomous look before they vanished, their footsteps hurrying down the hall. The moment they were gone, Luna's legs gave out. She collapsed on the vanity stool, her hands shaking violently. The brief surge of power had cost her dearly and nausea returned with vengeance. She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins.

He howled, staggering back, swatting wildly at the bird as it pecked and clawed, a whirlwind of black feathers and rage. “Get off me!” Zane roared, blood streaming down his face, but the raven was relentless, driving him to his knees. Then the warehouse doors burst open with a thunderous crash, silhouettes flooding in. Kael and Arlo.

With alarms, quiet and uneven, as if even the warning systems were unsure whether to scream or fall silent. I stepped off the coach, boots meeting stone that was colder than it had any right to be. My feet hit the ground, and the pressure behind my eyes spiked; the mark on my shoulder flared like it recognized the place. Recognized the threat. Obscura wasn’t under attack. It was being hollowed out. And whatever had its teeth in the bones of this place knew I was back. The last of the coaches rattled through the iron gates when the first blast went off.