Sound Powers Novels & Stories

And then, he roared. It wasn't the roar of a wolf, and it wasn't the sound of a human child. It was the First Roar of the Dawn, a sound wave of pure, concentrated energy that rippled through the room. The golden and blue runes on his chest flared with a blinding intensity, and a shockwave of white-hot light exploded from his tiny lungs. The entity didn't just flinch; it shattered. The obsidian dust was blown apart by the frequency of the child’s voice, the vacuum of the Silence being replaced by a roar of life that shook the entire fortress to its foundations.

Without hesitation I release every ounce of power, building inside me. A surge of blinding light, explored from my foot as I struck the ground, sending a wave of energy crashing into one of the dark figures. The sound echoed through the entire pack house like thunder, he was thrown backwards slamming into the wall with a force that cracked the stone behind him. The second figure didn't flinch, only titled his head slightly as though analyzing me, my chest rose and fell sharply. Power hummed beneath my skin, whatever those things were, they weren't ordinary enemies.

The Power's body was bent backwards at an impossible angle, and from where I stood I heard the distinct crack of bone, and blood sprayed from its torn flesh as jagged splinters of rib cage burst free from its chest. It screamed like nothing I had heard before, its agony filling the vaults with a noise so heinous that the other Powers wailed and clapped their own clawed hands over their ears. And as the Power screamed so did the others, all now halted in their tracks, the pain of their brother etched on their faces as if they felt the very same pain themselves.

Instead of a standard toddler shout or the low growl he had used at the festival, Zach unleashed a raw, primitive sound that tore through the quiet park like a physical shockwave. It was the Royal Strike Roar, a highly specific, vocal frequency that only the direct, ruling Alphas of the Supreme bloodline could produce. It wasn't just loud; it carried a dense, supernatural weight that altered the atmospheric pressure in the immediate area. The sound shattered the morning silence. Instantly, the loud chirping of the robins and sparrows in the oak trees violently ceased. Every single bird in the park went completely mute, freezing on their branches in sheer, instinctual terror. The wind itself

Then, he raised his finger! powerful Spiritual Energy had already begun to wrap around his finger. "Swoosh!" The sound of something piercing through the wind could be heard. "Ouch!" Then, the Rank 1 Ultimate God Ranked Realm zombie let out a shocking scream.

, he started and i darted my eyes to the clock. Inasmuch as everyone was having fun at the party, I had a feeling that they would soon realize that I’m meeting. I wanted to be gone before anyone decided to find me. “This is called the power powder. There are cases where mere special abilities don’t work. In that case, you take a little of this into your mouth and use your ability. It is more like an amplifier”, he explained and I couldn’t help the surprise that filled my eyes. So, there were cases where one’s powers don’t walk? This was the question I had in my heart just as I watched him making more explanation.

The Sword of the Void grew in size while in Atrus' grasp. "I have four main powers when my domain's activated. Juggernaut, with a one percent chance to bypass defense and cause a fatal blow; Electroshock, where the third attack would result in a critical hit; Precision, which increases the speed of the attack; Prana, for me to restore part of my spiritual energy while attacking my enemy." Wilbur's expression shifted into something much less comfortable after hearing those words.

I held on with everything I had. Then, with a loud crack that seemed to resonate from within my own skull, the power burst free. It was an explosion, a supernova within my own soul. Raw energy rushed through my veins, more intense than anything I'd ever felt. It spread through my body, pulsing out in tangible waves that swept through the room.

Mordecai made a sound. Raw and involuntary and entirely human in the way that sounds are human when the body produces them without the person deciding to, when something is simply too large for silence. I pulled the power back and it came back clean. Exactly as it had gone out. Nothing diminished. Nothing altered. Exactly as he had told me it would be. He was on his knees in the center of the clearing.

Four soft tones. Like a heartbeat. Like a countdown. Like the sound of something trying to remember its name.