Vanilla Sonic Novels & Stories

"The noise of your 'freedom' has lasted long enough. The world craves the silence of the song." The Virtuosos used "Sonic Erasure." They began to sing a series of high-frequency pulses that targeted the specific "Identity Frequencies" of the pack. Xander felt his memories of the forest beginning to blur. Selene felt the weight of her blades becoming meaningless. Even Emma found herself staring at the Conduit, her creative mind momentarily seduced by the terrifying, perfect beauty of the machine’s geometry. "Eva! The Prism!" Xander roared, fighting through the mental fog to reach her.

Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as she thought: "I don't know anything about it. I just sell the cakes, that's all. And I don't think the people on duty tonight can tell you anything, either. But if you want, I can serve you a scoop of vanilla ice cream with it. The artisan in the next village supplies it, and it's delicious. I hear he gets his vanilla from Tahiti," Bianca explained.

“Fine, whatever.” He grinned at that and ordered for the both of us. “What flavor do you want?” “Strawberry,” I answered my favorite flavor without a second thought. Alpha Magnus nodded and ordered, “Then one mint chocolate and one vanilla for us.” “You like vanilla?” I can’t help but ask. He nodded, “Yes, smells and tastes like you…” I blinked, not sure if I heard him right…vanilla? so I smell like it? It is probably because of my body wash or perfume...

I asked, coming to stand before where she was looking into the bowl as the the moon was the only light in the room, casting the windowpane reflection across the room as it painted out our Shadow. “Chocolate and Vanilla.” I said it like the options were really out of place and I might just as well settle with anything. She tilted the bowl to me as I had a few scoops from her bowl. I enjoyed every bit of it— For that moment I admitted the vanilla tasted better. My phone buzzed. I turned the phone to her side and showed who was calling…

"Salted caramel and dark chocolate. In a waffle cone." "Done," Victor said. Then to the young woman: "Two scoops of salted caramel and dark chocolate in a waffle cone for the lady. And I'll have—" he studied the menu briefly, "—a single scoop of vanilla in a cup." "Vanilla?" I looked at him with mild disappointment. "That's the safest possible choice." "I'm a simple man," Victor said. I gave him a look that communicated clearly what I thought of that claim, and he smiled.

Wonwoo will pay all of the ice creams in the end, and sometimes, he paid more that what they acquired. "Good morning, sir," the owner greeted Wonwoo. Wonwoo raised his hand with familiarity before he and Celine stood beside the fridge. “Chocolate or vanilla?” Wonwoo asked her as he opened the ice cream’s big fridge. "Vanilla,” Celine answered while scratching her nape. It feels so stroppy after knowing one of her fake brother’s secret. On the other side, Wonwoo is trying his best to act cool. "Here my little sis,” he gave her the vanilla flavored ice cream with a smile.

‘’What the HELL was that!’’ Vera then said with her ears bleeding and clutching them in pain. ‘It’s what I call the Deadly Sonic Scream my final fifth power which I apparently copied from your Sirenic power and tweaked it to something worse.’’ I then said to her still with my deadly smirk. It was then Vera looked around and noticed how all her mindless minions were no longer under her control. Apparently my deadly sonic scream had broken through the spell.

He punched the door from the inside, the steel buckling outward as if it had been hit by a wrecking ball. We stepped out into the hallway, expecting guards. We got a scene that would have been hilarious if we weren't about to die. Vinnie was sitting on a crate, meticulously trying to disassemble a sonic dampener while eating a bag of chips. "You know, boss, if you reverse the polarity on these, you could probably make a really killer toaster." "Vinnie, for the love of—" Gideon started, but he never finished the sentence. The ship screamed. It wasn't a sound from the engines. It was the high-frequency, glass-shattering screech of the bat-hybrid.

I get another little hint of vanilla and turn around. It is the one getting eaten out. I can’t help myself, I put my hand on the shoulder of the guy and push him to the side. “Mine,” I growl. With one hand pushing my pants down, the other roughly finds her soaked pussy. Lined up, I slam my cock straight inside her. Claim that vanilla scent for my own against every rational thought. The satisfied cries of pleasure are music to my ears, bucking roughly inside her, finding her tight and hot, so achingly ready for me. They vanish into the music as I fill her with everything I have.