Sonic X Jet Novels & Stories

He just said, “Now.” The quick-witted female in front of the server banks smacked her finger onto a key. "Not an alarm. A switch." Panels slid back with a hydraulic hiss from above. No sprinkler systems. The four cylindrical objects lowered, each with a low-pitched, piercing hum that resonated in your bones. Sonic disruptors. Non-lethals, but totally debilitating

"Jack, you have the Alpha strain. It’s based on the Beta architecture. If they turn that switch on..." "We all melt," Jack finished. He looked at the puddle of Valerius. "He wasn't the final boss," Jack said, struggling to stand. "He was just the distraction." Jack looked at the Prototype Transport Jet—the "Aurora"—sitting on the far side of the helipad. It was damaged, covered in debris, but it looked intact. "Ben," Jack said. "Can you fly that thing?" "The experimental supersonic jet that I've never touched?" Ben asked. "Sure. Why not? Today has been weird enough."

As Jett nodded his approval, the Beta retreated to his spot by the nearby tree. I could feel the heat of Jett's annoyance now as he stepped closer. Then he began, "I, Alpha Jett of the Night Storm, reject you-" A cold breeze zinged past us, brushing past my ear and stopping him in mid sentence. My eyes were quick to follow the sound only to find a thick, sharp object flying past. It drove into the tree right next to me. What happened next was like a movie. Jett dove for me all of a sudden, shielding me with his large body as another long dart-like object flew our way. I heard his jacket ripped before it landed beside us on the ground.

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.

In fact looking at his place in the map right now, they were puzzled as to why he doesn’t called the War Room much earlier, he were actually surrounded on all sides. ‘Project Angel’ is a top Aeternum Military secret, which is a Squadron of Jet Fighters that is equipped with all the highest destructive weaponry. What even impressive was, although the original missile and weapons on the jet Fighter were already considered matchless in Fantasma, Under the order of Presicent office itself, the R&D department has been tasked to even further improved them, and as a result, the deadly weapon on the Jet fighter and even the Jet itself were improved even more. Once, when a field test were done in the

I have never had a weapon pointed at me before so I was terrified for my life and also afraid for Jet. "Last warning Xavier, let her fucking go!" He growled twisting his neck one side, I heard his bone cracked and the suit sound of the suit he wore being torn. Jet stood there in his lycan form. It's all happened so fast, Jacob removed the gun from my head and then fired it at Jet instead. I screamed and without thinking, I flung myself at Jacob sending the both of us on the ground. There is no freaking way I was going to let him try and kill my mate again.

tried to slow him down, the automated defenses of the city firing sonic pulses at the massive, dark shape moving through the fog, but Xander simply absorbed the energy, using the discord to fuel his fury. At the base of the Aether-Tech Hub, a squad of Sentinels moved to intercept. Xander didn't even slow down. He hit the first Sentinel with the force of a falling star, his claws shearing through the tungsten plating as if it were parchment. He tore the head from the second and used it as a projectile to crush a third. He began to climb.

"The Sinclair Assets are property of the International Trust. You have ten seconds to comply before we neutralize all hostiles." I pulled my newborn son tighter against my chest, his small, frantic cries muffled by the roar of the engines. At my feet, Xander lay motionless, his hand still resting near the baby’s foot—a final, bloody seal of protection. Julian was frantically pumping Xander’s chest, his face slick with sweat and tears. "Julian, stop!" I screamed over the thunder of the rotors. "They’re going to fire!" "I’m not letting him go, Sara!" Julian roared back, his voice cracking. "He didn't do all this just to end on a concrete floor!"