Alice Murder Drones Novels & Stories

If they were able to clone themselves, then there would be more Packs and it wouldn’t have been so easy to kill all the Alphas who are staining my hands with blood. “It was something they looked into because even before the bombs, the birth rate of Alphas was down even then and they thought cloning would help keep them from dying out completely." Dutton groans and gasps between words; he’s clearly in pain but I am in no rush to make that pain stop. “Group A was made from a young female the humans found in their bunker, a Winter Wolf hiding among them. Her blood is still used now to create more lives; it's why so many of you killers are the same build, have the same pale white skin and even h

I added, finally understanding the point she was trying to make. “Yes!” Alice responded, her eyes excited from her figuring something out. But then her smile faded. “This proves that you’re right, doesn’t it? The Golden Hive never intends to allow their escorts to live the rest of their lives in peace. They always plan to kill them, then make it look like an accident, don’t they?” Alice said, her tone darker and lower as realization hit her. “I think that’s exactly what’s going on,” I answered, upset. I punched my pillow and Alice jumped at my sudden movement.

"But Alpha, it will be extremely..." "Do it." He obeyed. The needle pierced through torn flesh. Again. Again. Again. Thread pulled through muscle. The silver burns screamed through my body. The pain should have been unbearable. I welcomed it. Pain was simple. Pain made sense. Love didn't. The office door suddenly burst open. One of my guards rushed inside. "Alpha!" The doctor nearly jumped. "What?" "We lost them." The room became silent. The guard continued carefully. "We followed the vehicle as ordered, but they disappeared."

But inside that quiet room, Alpha Draven stood guard beside Hazel’s bed, not as a warrior or a leader—just as a mate who had nearly lost the one he loved. And now, there was one more person they needed to find. Alice.

Without thinking, Alma lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the figure’s shoulder, but no blood came out. The figure laughed. Sparks flew. “Damn,” Ezra breathed. “It’s not a person. It’s a drone.” The drone stepped forward, metal exposed under the skin. “Time to burn, bride and groom,” it growled. Ezra tackled it, smashing its head into the wall while Alma sprinted down the hall. As she reached the villa’s stairwell, another drone blocked her path. But this one spoke her name. “Alma Sapphire Deacon. Subject 02. Welcome home.”

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

the glass refused to break still. "What the fuck??!:" Abel yelled, angrily. "This fool used bullet proof glass. And now its protecting him against the wrong person. While he is laying there in his blood.'' Suddenly he heard some whirling sounds above. "Don't let it be what I'm thinking!" He said to himself, before looking above. He saw four armed drones hovering above him. Suddenly the Green light emitting from the drone changed to red. "Oh no!" Abel cried, rolling down to the ground, as the drones started shooting at him. He stood up and started running towards the opposite direction. Bullets hitting the ground few inches behind his feet. .

He tumbled over as his body shook from the electricity. This allowed the two drones to focus solely on the enemy drone. They hammered it with electrostatic shocks over and over again until it completely powered down and fell to the ground. The fight didn’t exactly go unnoticed - the last SSS fire team was across the way when the fighting started happening. They began to run back around the moment they realized their team was down. Without skipping a beat, Azrael and Claire ran up the ramp and into Amelia, the two drones flew in right behind. After a few moments, the ramp raised up just as the airlock sealed itself with a satisfying HISS.

“Spill it. T‌he pa​​c⁠k deserves your grand declaration.” ‌The traito‍r’s li‌p‍s cur‌⁠v⁠ed int​o a⁠ thin, triumphal smile. “S⁠​he‌ is the chi‍ld‍​ of‌⁠ the Bl‌ue M‌oon Massac​re.​ She is the⁠ da‍ugh‌ter of​ the very man w​​hose or​ders brought fire​ and death‌ to y‍our lands, Al​p⁠ha.” The​ cham‍⁠b​er went dea‌thl⁠y q​uiet, th⁠e words echoing like h‌ammers⁠ agai‍nst s​tone.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg