Wavewalker Breaking Free Novels & Stories

He took a step hurriedly but was flung back by the cyclones. Hador steadied himself. Anxiously, he looked at James, who was consumed by the black cyclones. Then, shock turned into happiness. It was because James barged out of the cyclones by using the Dawnblaze Form. With the Terrastride Step, he walked over to the huge black ball. And every step he took, a ball of black-and-white light would appear under his legs. When he took the next step, the previous ball of black-and-white light would explode. It was full of danger.

The rhythm of the tango grew faster, shifting from a slow dance into a wild Latin beat. Damian and Scarlett spun through the center of the lounge, bodies pressed close, her short skirt lifting higher with every turn. She was the only she-wolf after six Unclaimed Moons who had broken the rules and still earned a second appearance. If I was cool water, Scarlett was liquor, the fire burning through his blood and tempting him toward the edge. The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other, breathless, then burst into laughter.

Kellan’s face was pale but set. “We found the lads near the old mill,” Kellan said. “They were taken into a hollow house and guarded by a spirit-walker and two men. The walker spoke, and the lads fell quiet. We used the mirror at a distance, found the hollow, and Mara’s men took the guards. The walker is gone. He vanished when the mirror was raised.” “Vanished?” Bram said. “He stepped through a thin seam in the air,” Kellan said. “Like walking through mist.”

I staggered, clutching my head. The sound vibrated through my skull, disorienting me. It felt like it was draining something from me. I dropped to one knee, growling in agony. “Submit,” Mira whispered, stepping closer. The sound intensified, my vision blurred and my limbs felt heavy. I was slipping— And then something else rose inside me. Something I couldn't even name because I didn't know. My eyes snapped open. The sound wave fractured and shattered completely. Silence slammed down. Mira froze.

he whispered, his movements slowing as his breath turned uneven, restraint slipping just beneath the surface. “I’m off limits,” I teased softly. “Off limits,” he repeated, quieter now, almost disbelieving. "Wait—I think, ah—ahaaa—" He was coming, I felt his pulsing inside me, and just as I expected it, he never lasted longer than I ever predicted. The desk creaked beneath us. “Damn it…” he groaned quietly, letting go of my hair, giving me a sense of relief for the first time after a while as he dropped on top of me trying to steady himself. “You feel too good."

Leo roared. ​Maya dove for the master console, her hands glowing with her final reserve of gold. She slammed the drive into the port and hit the 'Enter' key. ​RESONANCE INITIATIVE: ACTIVE. ​The world didn't explode. It began to hum. ​A low, deep frequency, the sound of a thousand wolves howling in harmony, erupted from every speaker in the Iron Peak. The glass dome began to vibrate. The Kinetic Barrier around Alistair Vance shattered like ice.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: SECTOR 10 RESIDENTIAL BLOCKS SECURED.] [ACCOUNT BALANCE UPDATED: 48,500,000 STANDARD CREDITS.] The heavy, acoustic doors of the immersion room hissed open. Ren Walker stepped out, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled a towel off the rack to wipe the cold sweat from his face. The soft, ambient lighting of the penthouse living room felt entirely disconnected from the grueling, four-hour raid they had just completed in the Vanguard server.

Every memory she could access—all layered into the atmosphere. The Echo jerked back. Confused. Unstable. Carl pressed the assault. “Let me show you something you can’t steal.” With one final pulse of energy, he drove his hand forward and released a direct disruption wave into the Echo’s chest. The impact sent a tremor through the ground. The lights sparked. The air cracked. And the Echo— Collapsed. Silence. Mira rushed to secure the dampening cuffs before he could regenerate. Nadine reactivated the neural locks.

It was a "Cage of Logic." "We’re in range," Lucas whispered, looking out the lead-glass porthole. He held up a "Disruptor-Lance"—a spear made of the same "Dissonance-Crystal" that had shattered the Glass-Walkers. "If we hit the 'Master-Node,' the whole grid should unspool. But the kickback is going to send us flying into deep space. We don’t have enough steam to get home."

The core follows, its pulse stuttering, the Scorch-wave freezing mid-expansion. Too late for some. Swathes of the world stay crystallized. But the wave stops . I collapse.