Sound Powers Novels & Stories

There is no proof that her child is mine so I assumed that she must just be kidding me. Without a moment of hesitation, she flung her hand forward until it reached my left cheek, and a noise that the slap had made radiated back to my ears. A stinging pain spread through my cheek but it is not enough to hurt me. Rachel's palm hurts more now because of the force of her slap on me. I turned my gaze back to her and my face remained blank.

detached, their red optical sensors swiveling toward Sophia. ​The Princess and the Predator ​"Leo! The Spheres!" Sophia screamed, ducking behind a massive fluted pillar. ​The Spheres opened fire, not with bolts, but with high-frequency sonic waves designed to paralyze. The air itself began to vibrate, a sound so high and piercing it made Leo’s nose bleed instantly.

The birdsong had ceased and beneath us rose the sound of a thumping heart. "Reach within yourself and find your power,chanel it to your hands and throughout the circle!" Glob had to yell against the wailing wind.The flowers flew off their stems and swirled up and into the two halos above our heads.We were too awe struck to do more than nod.I closed my eyes and concentrated on the core of energy that was a constant presence inside of me and tapped into it.My rapidly beating heart steadied and my hair came loose as I felt the warmth of my power spreading from my stomach to my chest,to my limbs.I opened my eyes on an exhale as I felt my energy being met and boosted by a wave of power surging in

Barima nods in thought. "You can't prevent it child. I know that's tough to hear, but you can't. Most of the times it is already in action. You can get close, but until your premonitions begin, you won't be able pinpoint exactly who. Sometimes premonitions can be so vague they are useless. The aura means death is connected to them through a person, or they are connected themselves. Tge stronger the aura, the more eminent the closer it is till their time or whoever's time is up. Far as abilities, your scream is everything. You can work it different ways depending on tone and force. You can temporarily disable enemies, warn others or silence then so you might focus, you can bust a mortal's ea

Music became the language through which I could convey my deepest joys and sorrows. So I will be playing the melody of Dandelions by Ruth B. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I pressed the first key, producing a sound that seemed foreign and discordant. It was clear that my touch was not enough to produce the harmonious melodies I had envisioned. Undeterred, I continued to press each key, determined to improve the synchronicity of the notes and create a beautiful composition.

Moreover, the thorns also took this opportunity to squeeze Irina, causing Irina a lot of pain. Irina clutched her hands in pain, she wanted to do something but the terrible pain made her unable to do anything anymore, she wanted to kneel but her pride wouldn't allow it. She kept forcing herself to hold on, because she knew Eron wouldn't be able to take it anymore. When these sounds reach the resonant frequency of the air inside the room, the energy of the sound is further enhanced by the resonance process, to a certain limit, the room will be unbearable. this pressure and shattered. Like an opera singer's voice can break glass.

Aiden scolded his brother. “Meaning?” Jack raised his brow in doubt. “You’re using sound transmission in front of Davies? You know those things are like the loud music of a vibrant night club to that boy’s sharp ears, don’t you?” Aiden chuckled. Sound transmission was a method of communication that involved transmitting once voice using vibrations targeted at one particular person. They were usually inaudible to everyone else but the one for him they were intended, but there were special people like Davies who could listen in on voice transmissions no matter how astute one was. Aiden was positive that Davies heard what they had communicated.

she rasped, her voice barely audible. The men didn’t answer. They advanced toward her silently, their eyes cold and unyielding. Rhea closed her eyes, bracing herself for the end. But instead of succumbing to despair, a surge of energy erupted from within her. A scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, carrying with it a powerful shockwave. The force was immense, sending the men flying backward. Trees snapped and fell, and the ground trembled under the sheer intensity of her cry. When the wave subsided, the men lay motionless, their bodies broken.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

POV: Elena I used to think the most powerful sound in the world was the roar of a jet engine or the thunderous crack of Silas’s Alpha fire. I was wrong. The most powerful sound in the world is the silence of a boardroom after the monsters have all been cleared out.