Alice Murder Drones Novels & Stories

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

i said alpha draven pov "what's going on" i asked,i was just walking in " what's going on here" he asked "welcome draven erhmm.... care to join? were having a little family meeting, spending some quality time" (tapping him on the back)as he left " are you okay"? i asked "no am not ok we shouldn't have come here in the first place, how many more people has to die before you see it, or should i say how many more people does he has to kill" lisa asked " i see it ok, i get it" ,i said " then why can't you do anything about it"? she asked " I cant lisa I can't... to take human blood is the only way i can defeat him and i don't want to kill anybody" i said " then we will have to weaken him with vi

“Well, I have no clue what you are mumbling about. If that's why you came back, kindly leave. I was in the middle of something.” Flaring up, “that can fucking wait. You know what can't wait? Murdering people. Involving me in your shit and Sarah Taylor, who was killed the same night your kind ended my parents.” Alpha Clyde's smirk disappeared as he stood up, buttoning his shirt. “I have no idea what you're talking about, Emma.”

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."

Whatever it took, I’d see this through. “Well, well, well... if it isn’t Mario Bianchi, here to reclaim his slut of a wife,” a voice sneered, slicing through the sounds of gunfire and screams. I froze, my gaze snapping forward, and there he was—the bastard himself. Jake Miller stood there, smug and untouched, but it wasn’t him that made my blood run cold. It was Alice. She was tied to a chair, heavy iron chains biting into her skin. A leash. A fucking leash was around her neck, pulling her head forward like she was nothing more than an animal. Her eyes were swollen, her face tear-streaked and lifeless, and she looked as if every ounce of hope had been drained from her.

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.

I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria. Drones—not our drones, but sleek, black, insect-like machines—swarm through the broken windows. They have lasers. They start firing. "Defensive protocols!" Echo roars, his avatar expanding to shield the crowd. But the black drones tear through his code like paper. "It's a war," Alex yells, grabbing Kai and Emma. "It's an extermination," I realize, watching a drone vaporize a table. The celebration is over. The revolution is over. The invasion has begun.

I just looked at the man who had siphoned my life to build a city of glass, and I raised the key. The drones screeched, their sensors locking onto my Mercury Lines. Kael didn't look back at them; he only looked at me, his fingers inches from my shoulder. "Run," he whispered, but his eyes were pleading for me to stay. I stepped back into the shadow of the server pillar. "You're too late, Kael. You already deleted me." The first drone cleared the doorway, its red laser-grid sweeping the room, stopping directly on the center of Kael's chest before shifting to mine.

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.”