Soundwave X Hot Rod Novels & Stories

"Shila..." Shila's arms tightened around me, preventing me from moving, her face twisting. "You can't, Claire. You need to escape this place!" In horror, I heard loud growls from a distance, indicating that those werewolves had probably reached the tunnel. "No... We need to go back..." The sound of growling and branches cracking echoed through the forest, seeping through my heart and turning it cold. I could feel my entire body trembling, almost wanting to turn into ice as the gut-wretching sounds continued to play in my ears.

Hold. Kiema looked at me with wide eyes. "I see a scar on the right side of his face. From his mouth back up to under his helmet." "That'd be Reece," Lukas said. "Audiopath. He can pick up, manipulate, throw, and disperse sound waves. He's who knocked Kiema out at the cabin." "He's a fucking sound cannon?" I asked. "Basically. I would be careful using anything other than your implants for communications." Lukas shrugged.

Hot, dark power rushed across my tongue, sliding down my throat, flooding my veins with strength and fire. His moan slipped out, raw and unguarded, vibrating against my mouth as his arms clamped tight around me. The sound undid me—it wasn’t a growl, not a snarl, but something helpless, almost human. I had never heard him make anything close to it, and the shock of it almost broke me apart right there, my body seizing with the force of answering heat.

The notion of such a specialized ability intrigued him, even though he remained cautious. "Tell me more about this 'Sonic Resonance,'" Scott urged, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the man's expression. The escaped man nodded, understanding the need to provide further explanation. "With Sonic Resonance, I can generate focused sound waves, amplifying them to destructive levels. I can shatter glass, destabilize structures, and even incapacitate enemies through sonic blasts. It's a powerful but dangerous ability, one that the rogues wanted to exploit for their own gain."

It was Rebecca. “Yes? Alex said, displeasure clear in his tone. He didn’t even know why he was displeased. Was it because of Rebecca’s dressing? Or was it because, deep down, he’d been hoping Emma would be the one to speak up? He told himself it was the former. “Well, Alex…” Rebecca said, all teeth on the spotlight. “Dr Maradona,” Alex corrected. “Okay, sir… Hmm… Mr. Maradona.” “Okay… what I… want to say is, you see, SoundWave is the place where people are built. Since this is now my label as SoundWave’s dancer and songwriter, how do you intend to take care of me there?”