Soundwave X Shockwave Novels & Stories

Mary repeated softly as she watched him move toward Anaya. He raised the sword and was about to thrust it into Anaya’s stomach when a large shockwave suddenly spread out from nowhere, pushing him back toward the entrance to the other room. Everything went silent; the only thing he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears. Another shock wave suddenly burst out again, and all the demons that followed behind him disintegrated completely.

The shockwave hit the alley like a physical wall, a roaring, hot fist of compressed air that shattered windows in the houses above and turned the dumpsters into booming, crumpled drums. Heat, intense and blinding, washed over them. Sabatine felt a searing pain across the back of his neck and his hands where they covered Anton’s head. The sound was apocalyptic—a rending, screaming cacophony of tearing metal, shattering stone, and the whoosh of ignited fuel.

She brought her glowing white hands together. BOOOOOOM! The sonic clap hit the narrow, cylindrical interior of the lighthouse like a trapped thunderbolt. The acoustic wave traveled straight up the spiraling staircase, the enclosed stone walls magnifying the resonant frequency by a factor of twenty. The shockwave slammed into the microwave dish. The massive relay violently vibrated, the delicate internal silicon processors and transmission arrays shattering under the intense acoustic pressure. With a sickening screech of tearing metal, the heavy dish snapped off its mounts, crashing down through the iron staircase in a shower of sparks and pulverized stone.

The invisible blast hit the center of the Unbound vanguard. Dozens of the massive wolves collapsed, whimpering in sudden, paralyzing agony. The sonic wave was forcing the quartz plates in their fur to vibrate at a lethal frequency. I watched in horror as hairline fractures began to form along their armored spines. Silas was trying to shatter them from the inside out. Killian roared, fighting against the crushing pressure of the soundwave. He dug his claws into the earth, his silver eyes locking onto the lead truck. He could not reach it in time. The sonic field was too dense, acting like a physical wall of agony.

I leaped down right behind him, gold static surging violently down my arms as I hit the ground in a low roll. Three Coalition riflemen turned, raising their submachine guns toward us. I slammed both palms forward, channeling every drop of power LUS could muster into a massive, wide-area kinetic EMP shockwave. THUMMM-CRACK! A blinding sphere of golden force detonated from my chest. The shockwave hit the soldiers like a physical battering ram, blasting them off their feet and frying their tactical visors and radio headsets in a shower of blue sparks. But the output was too high.

It backfired. The high-frequency energy was sucked inward, the carbon-fiber pillar turning white-hot before imploding. The shockwave of the failure rippled back toward the Council’s tactical relay on the ridge. “One down!” Leo shouted, his voice thick with stuffy-nosed congestion. But the second jackhammer accelerated its rhythm. THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP. The vibration in my marrow reached a pitch that turned my vision into a wall of white static. A deep, horizontal crack opened across my stone waist.