X Sonic Novels & Stories

Kian activated the first phase of the outer perimeter defense: the Acoustic Deterrent. Miles away, hidden below the tide line of the resort's private reef, specialized sub-surface devices deployed by Kian unleashed a powerful, targeted low-frequency sonic pulse. The burst, non-lethal to human tissue, was precisely calibrated to exploit the sensitive hydrophones and structural weaknesses in the MG's fast-attack craft.

Caspian shouted. Suddenly, the north wall disintegrated. Four men in matte-black tactical gear descended on fast-ropes. These weren't regular soldiers; they were the Reapers, the Old Guard’s personal cleanup crew. They didn't carry rifles; they carried high-output sonic cannons designed to disrupt neural tissue. Whump. The first sonic blast hit the room. The frequency was so high it turned Caspian’s vision into a blur of grey static. He collapsed to his knees, his ears bleeding.

Nonetheless, we manage to weasel our way through the crowd until we finally reach the parking lot. The moment we step between the parked cars, black and red figures start emerging from every direction. Ten of them. They form a circle around us, and my breath catches in my throat. Each of them has a weapon. A device that is shaped like a flashlight. But they look stranger and bulkier. "What is that?" I whisper. Azren's breathing becomes ragged. "Sonics," he rasps. I have no idea what it is but it sounds bad. "Alpha Azren," one of them says mockingly.

We were winning. Then, the ground vibrated. From the dark ridge overlooking the courtyard, a heavy, armored Zunter vehicle rolled into view. Mounted on top was a massive, satellite-dish weapon. "Seth, get down!" I screamed through the link, but it was too late. A massive, invisible wave of high-frequency acoustic energy discharged from the dish. The sound didn't hit our ears—it hit our skulls. It was a localized sonic weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s internal equilibrium. Hunter and Seth dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as their wolves howled in pure agony.

The Echoes always waiting for any opportunity to lash out at me. I was still thinking about how the garden dirt that would mar the lemon colour of my school shirt, how my blazer would get soaked and how all the intricate designs I'd ironed into the navy blue flared skirt will clear out and don't even get me started on the gore my poor grey socks and shiny black shoes will go through when a deep voice sounded out of nowhere. "Oh! Look who came late. Love of my fucking life." Love of his what?! What the hell is he saying?

Stephan smiled and shook his head as he headed away to the car Sonia was a child hood friend with both Damian and Stephan, when their parents died Sonia was always there with them, she had a huge cruch on Damian and would always try to seduce Damian, when they were sixten, during the full moon mating ceremony, Sonia tried to decive Damian, she laced his drink with afrodiace drug that would make any one want to have sex, she lured Damian to a secret place hoping to have sex with damian that night, and hopefully Damian would feel that she was her mate and marry her

] [You learned the following Skills] [Sonar Wave]: Produce a sonar wave from the sound made by your cry to expand the range of your detection. [Spectral Attack]: Transform a small part of your soul into a specter and use it to attack, can deal direct damage into a foe's soul.

I didn't set it to 'Sonic Blast'. I set it to 'Accounting Department: Final Notice'. I pulled the trigger. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE— A sound erupted from the device. It wasn't just a siren. It was a modulated frequency specifically designed by psychological warfare experts to induce panic in genetically modified organisms. It was the sound of a "Kill Switch" signal, mixed with the auditory equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, amplified to 150 decibels. "ATTENTION ASSETS. NON-COMPLIANCE DETECTED. TERMINATION PROTOCOL INITIATED. PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR TANKS FOR RECYCLING."

[The Soldiers has half-opened the wagon, Genesis was running back and screaming. “Rian! Don’t open it!” Genesis screaming.

Peter’s first male friend and second friend next to Sunny. Time flew by so fast and he's now 16. It’s Christmas break and he’s planning to go home to spend the vacation with Sunny. He already packed his things for tomorrow's travel and didn't forget to bring his gift for Sunny which is a customized resin guitar picker. It has a flower designed in it, a daisy which is Sunny's favorite flower. His gift's stored in a small jewellery box. Sunny learned to play guitar already after Peter taught her. It became their bonding when Peter went home to visit.