Sound Powers Novels & Stories

He had his sound barriers up, keeping the mana water out, but it was so heavy that he had to release a constant supply of mana to keep the barriers strong. He had slammed his Warhammer against the empty air several times, creating sound waves and shock waves that could bring entire armies to their knees. Each hammer swing echoed dozens of times in his echo chamber. All his sound waves and shock waves entered the water but only created waves on the surface. The thought that he may have met his mortal enemy seeped into the back of his mind. He felt cold sweat running down his brow.

"Tell me what it is first." A slight shift in his expression — not quite a smile. "Voices," he said. "The Myrrhborn truth-frequency is not passive. When you speak with full intentionality behind the words — not performing, not managing, but entirely present — the words carry a weight that lands below the conscious mind of whoever receives them. They cannot be received as false. They cannot be deflected." He paused. "This is not a weapon. I want to be clear about that before you think of it as one. It is simply the sound of something real, and people's bodies know the sound of real things." "What do I say," I said.

The sound was a sharp, cutting energy, a wild, uncontained presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. It was a sound of mourning, a vivid, bright energy, a fierce, unyielding force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Her lost childhood echoed in the sound, a sharp, living presence, a bright, cutting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. The howl was a wild, living force, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery.

The heartrending grief I experienced just now makes my senses a thousand times sharper and the mark peaks immediately as I call on its power. The forest is outlined in energy at once. Everything carries an array of colors to it, vibrant blues, brilliant reds,... I reach for the power of the wind and in a split second I let it rip. Roman’s awareness and voice ring in my mind as he realizes and commands at the last second, “Everyone down, Now!” The Alpha command roars into the mind of all around a second before the blast of wind emanates from me in a sonic wave. It’s like a distortion in the air.

I felt the energy hit the vents, the steam and the heat amplifying the power until the entire mountain began to shake. ​I reached out with my mind, finding the frequency of the Great Engine at the heart of the enemy army. It was a discordant, ugly sound, a rhythmic clanking that felt like a saw against a bone. I took that sound and I twisted it. I found the silence beneath the noise, the “First Breath” that Winnie had stitched into my soul, and I threw it at them.

This time, the roar was different from the roars before. There was a sound wave attack within the roar itself. The roar was so loud that it shook the air around, forming ripple after ripple. With a bang, the Soul Burst Ring clashed with the sound waves. The Soul Burst Ring spun frantically, bringing forth immense power as it constantly destroyed wave after wave. The Ruby Tiger's sound waves showed no signs of weakening, never diminishing at all.

‘’What the HELL was that!’’ Vera then said with her ears bleeding and clutching them in pain. ‘It’s what I call the Deadly Sonic Scream my final fifth power which I apparently copied from your Sirenic power and tweaked it to something worse.’’ I then said to her still with my deadly smirk. It was then Vera looked around and noticed how all her mindless minions were no longer under her control. Apparently my deadly sonic scream had broken through the spell.

They conjured every bit of their inner strength and used their power to block the waves. Roar, roar, roar… There was a thunderous dragon roar that came from the sky. It was a very odd sound. When they paid close attention to it, the sound didn’t seem to be coming from the vocal chords. It sounded as though it came from some kind of energy being gathered together. “That dragon… There’s something wrong with it.”

bre exhaled slowly, clearing her mind as best she could. She could feel the power thrumming beneath the surface, like a river of molten energy just waiting to be unleashed. It was ancient and wild, and as she reached out to it, she could sense the echoes of the forgotten wolves—their strength, their pride, their hunger for control. But she also felt their downfall, the moment they had lost themselves to the very power they sought to wield.“I’m ready,” Timbre said, her voice barely above a whisper.She focused on a single thread of the energy, pulling at it gently. At first, nothing happened, and she feared that the power might be too elusive to summon at will. But then, slowly, she felt it st