Traumatized Sonic Novels & Stories

My eardrums popped with a stinging, high-pitched ring. The light was a blinding, white-hot sphere of concentrated energy. It burned through my eyelids, leaving purple fractals etched into my retinas. Shrapnel—shards of the drone’s casing—hissed through the air like cutting glass. The roar was subsonic. It was a deep, guttural vibration felt in the marrow of my bones before my ears registered the auditory trauma. The air displacement created a vacuum that pulled at my robes, followed by a wave of scorched heat that smelled of melting Barzil and burnt insulation.

He roars—mechanically. Suddenly, he freezes. Inside, an invisible battle rages between Sona and the clone. After ten minutes, a massive explosion erupts. I am thrown aside. When the smoke clears, Lucas lies on the ground in his normal form. Sona lies unconscious beside him. The silver locket rests on Lucas’s chest—now completely black. I rush to him. His wings are gone, burned to ashes. He opens his eyes—clear brown. “Sophia… I drove it out. But it took all my technology and life force. I am just a mortal now.”

He looked lost and for a moment, it was like something inside of him had snapped. Sandra had seen him this angry once, and that was the time when she had been kidnapped by the Miraculo alpha. Aztec had been so angry that he had walked in sweeping through warriors like it was the only thing he had been born to do. He had been a killing machine then and his eyes only ever softened when he saw Sandra. And even then, there had been a lingering threat in them, a warning to anyone who tried to hurt his woman. And right now, even though the air was filled with dust and there were burning cars around them, Sandra could recall the eyes. He had done something.

As a tsunami. They don’t scream. They make a sound like a universe dying. A silent, internal collapse. They clutch their head, their body folding in on itself. The psychic backlash is a physical wave that knocks the breath from my lungs. The minor gods scatter, wailing. Our son stumbles back, his face a mask of horror. He was trying to free a prisoner. He didn’t understand that the prisoner was also the jailer, and the jail was the only thing holding the walls up.

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

I vocalized more of the song once his grip loosened enough for my breath to escape. His dark eyes found mine as he began to fall under my trance and out of Remmi's. I sang the song, hugging him to me as his body fell from mine, going limb as his lifeforce slipped away. "I'm sorry, so so so very sorry. Please please, forgive me," I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead.

Not again. A loud clattering sound filled the air, and I pressed my hands to my ears immediately. A sharp pain spread through my leg and I figured a piece of the broken ceramic vase had sliced through my skin. Oh goddess. Not only had I broken this, now Sabrina and Xander would know that…

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.

He was close, held in the deepest level of the facility. As they reached the third basement level, they were met with a wall of sound. High-frequency emitters, hidden in the walls, began to pulse with a sound that was designed to scramble a wolf’s senses. It was a physical weight on Laila’s mind, a screeching agony that made her vision blur and her knees buckle. Kaden roared in pain, his hands flying to his ears as he collapsed against the wall. The Obsidian enforcers were similarly incapacitated, their wolf forms struggling to maintain coherence under the sonic assault.

"Big words from a man trapped in my ward." "Trapped?" I grin wider, my fangs flashing. "This little light show? It tickles." The New Order members—eighteen of them, all in their stupid black-and-red robes—raise their sonic devices in unison. The sound hits me like a hammer to the skull. I double over with a grunt, pain exploding behind my eyes, my ears ringing. My bones vibrate like they're about to shatter, my vision going black. It fucking burns. I sway, gritting my teeth, fighting the pull at my consciousness.