Sonic Sonic Knuckles Novels & Stories

can develop. *Tink!* A ceramic cup hit the floor. 2nd Elder dropped his cup in the realization of something. Putting everything togethor, he now knew what Ren was doing. 'But why?' 2nd Elder thought what could Ren possibly gain from this. Why go against the Sect so much? 'This boy must be watched.' *Woosh!* Ion Energy solidified and created a flute. It was metallic green in color. Ren closed his eyes and change his breathing to almost a crawl.

" Nobody saw Alexander strike, but he had already made a move. Alexander was still standing on the spot, his stance unchanged. Amber, who was next to him, was also unaware of what was happening. She continued to clutch his palm. The deaf old servant and the 30 martial arts elites felt nothing unusual, too. Well, except for Erick. Alexander's voice—every word, sentence, and syllable—felt like a swarm of sharp-toothed ants tearing into the depths of his mind, destroying his eardrums, brain nerves, neurons, and central nervous system. It was the Lord of War's Domain and the Sonic Technique! It was an overwhelming attack, a terrifying torment unimaginable to ordinary humans, ruthlessly destroyin

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

Then Knuckles lunged. “No—!”

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown twenty feet backward, his body slamming into a stack of pallets with a sickening thud. I turned back to Silas. He was on one knee, his face contorted in pain from the sonic pulse. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers, and felt the raw, jagged power of his beast looking for a way out. "Give it to me, Silas!" I shouted over the whine of the machines. "Push it through the link! Now!" Silas opened the floodgates. The power hit me like a physical punch to the gut, but I didn't let it knock me down. I channeled it outward. I raised my free hand, my palm facing the ceiling where the sonic dampeners were mounted.

Knuckles slurred, casting doubt on my claim. Now he’d gone and done it, stirring my anger like a volcano of fury. I threw him across the room, obliterating several tables and knocking down a cluster of guys like they were bowling skittles. My eyes glazed over with hellfire, and the only sound I could hear was the thundering clap of my heartbeat, cheering me on. “Kian!” A shrill voice came as a slap to the face, and I blinked, swallowing hard. Tiny hands pressed against my chest, holding me back. Gentle hands — as frail as flower stems, but as powerful as a blockade.