Alice Murder Drones Novels & Stories

"She fed us to the wolves before we could even finish the command. She turned the Algorithm against us." The drone in the room pivoted, its red sensor locking onto them, its weapon systems recalibrating from the hallway guards to the sisters standing in the center of the room. "Pim," Chalida said, drawing a small, compact pistol from her holster, her hand steady despite the chaos. "The drone isn't finished with its 'optimization'." "It wants to remove the final variables," Pim realized, backing up until she hit the edge of the server rack. "It wants to delete the architects."

She'd told Lena it didn't matter, that drifters drifted, but she caught herself looking for Ash at the woodshed sometimes, the way you keep reaching for a tooth that's been pulled. The compound was a forge now, all heat and hammering. Rodrick's army was nearly whole. The third wave of mercenaries had arrived. The armory overflowed with silver. The allied alphas had stopped arriving and started staying, which meant the march was close. Brynn moved through it all invisible, and she gathered, and she remembered, because she was going to walk out of this place in ten days with Rodrick's entire war plan locked behind her eyes. That afternoon she overheard the last piece she needed.

“Please believe me, Damien, I need you to believe me–” “The evidence is conclusive,” he snaps. “They found you holding the bloodstained dagger. The poisoned wine was still in the room. Rachel saw you poison Claude before you cut his wrist. It was you! There’s no point in denying it.” “Damien, please! You know Rachel hates me, she’s framing—” “I, Alpha Damien Maxwell of the Moonstone pack,” he begins, his voice booming with a terrifying, formal power, “reject you, Omega Clara Brooks, as my mate and Luna.”

I remembered what Silver had told me through our mind linked about meeting Luca in the kitchen in the middle of the night when Steven had died. He said he was fully clothes but was also well washed as if he was trying to hide some scent. I looked at him and he looked at me. When our eyes clashed, he quickly looked away and composed himself. There is no way that he could be related to this in any sort of way. I refuse to believe such nonsense. I looked away from Luca and focused my attention on Kalven. "So, did you manage to keep him alive?" I asked. "We did, Alpha." Kalven replied.

“Except us.” She crouched down and looked closely at the cracked floor beneath a fallen beam. There, buried in a pile of soot, was the edge of a drone casing. It was half-melted, but she could still see the circuit board faintly glowing. It was a surveillance drone, one of their own. “They used our eyes against us,” Ava murmured. Selena stepped closer, scarf pulled up to shield against the smell. Her tablet buzzed softly in her hand. “We can’t trust anyone right now.”

But Talon committed a heinous crime years ago, one that ingnited the unbridled rage of Alpha Xerxes. Talon attacked a human city and slaughtered every single innocent soul, both old and young. This was something Alpha Xerxes couldn't forgive. He ordered his lycan army to murder Talon's wife and son as punishment, and then banished Talon to the ends of the realm, a barren land where there was no sign of life, where Talon would wallow in misery for the rest of his immortal life.

Her voice is a dry, useless rasp. Elias doesn’t even look at her. He’s staring at those screens like a god tracking a storm he created. “Variant Seven,” he murmurs. “Your mother’s final architecture… perfected. Airborne now. Elegant. Efficient.” He pinches the tablet, zooming in on a forest feed. A pale, greasy mist pours from the underbelly of the drones—thin, almost invisible as it drifts on the wind like dust pretending to be harmless. “It doesn’t kill them quickly,” Elias continues, his tone dripping with an unholy sort of pride. “That would be crude. It rewrites them from the marrow out.”

Her bluegray eyes looked irritated as they stared at me, but I could tell they weren't looking at me. "You're late." She said before turning around and going inside. I followed her after closing her apartment door. Dostov sat at one of the tables in the living room of Alice's apartment. There is only minimalist furniture that complements this apartment. On one side of the table various kinds of pistols, daggers, bullets and other weapons are neatly arranged. The katana I gave her a few dozen years ago was leaning against the old brown couch. The other desks are filled with computer and electronic equipment ... because one of Alice's odd hobbies is hacking the internet. I don't know how a hun

Alice smiled sweetly as she swirled the glass of red wine she was holding. She eyed Ajax with intrigue and said, "Killing him will taint our hands." Daylon frowned. "Ms. Rockefeller, you can't keep someone like him around. He's a Dramonian and yet he sides with Malia. Anyone who's disloyal to their own country isn't worthy of being our subordinate." Alice couldn't help giggling. She said coyly, "There's still some value we can extract from him. It'll be a pity to let him die.

He snapped his fingers, and a hidden door in the den slid open, revealing a dark and ominous tunnel. "Bring her," Vuk ordered, his minions moving to drag Aurora towards the tunnel. Alpha Kael snarled, his instincts screaming at him to act. He lunged forward, but Vuk was prepared. With a flick of his wrist, Vuk sent a tranquilizer dart flying towards Alpha Kael, striking him with precision. As the Alpha fell to the ground, Vuk's laughter echoed through the den. "You should have stayed out of this, Kael. Now, you'll get to watch as you burns to the ground."