Soundwave X Shockwave Novels & Stories

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.

Riska shouted at the Master AI. The Master AI blinked, and suddenly a powerful, low-frequency sound wave swept through the tunnel, heading straight for Kevin. VVVVWWWOOOOMMMMMM! Kevin staggered, his hands reflexively covering his ears. His 'Level 3 Synthetic Buff' gave him physical strength, but it did not make him immune to sonic attacks. "Argh! What is this?!" Kevin roared, his protein pistol wavering. "That's a modified version of the 'Sugar Disintegration Sonic Wave,' Kevin!" Riska shouted, her voice firm.

​The moment our perimeter guards close the circle, the air shatters. ​A high-pitched, vibrating shriek rips through the valley—a sound so violent it feels like an iron needle being driven straight through my ears and into the center of my brain. The acoustic cannon. The frequency hits my system like a physical blow, throwing me to my knees in the snow. My amethyst vision blurs into a chaotic, spinning grey fog, and my wolf shrieks in agony, her silver-and-violet energy retreating into the deep recesses of my marrow as the sound wave dismantles our tracking senses. ​Around me, the Southern warriors drop, their hands flying to their ears as their partial transformations collapse back into huma