Doll Murder Drones Fanart Novels & Stories

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

Be happy or sad? " Finally, you are going to be free from me but not with your pain, Ana" Dimitri exclaimed in pain. He groaned loudly, and I saw a black shadow came out from his eyes and he screamed in pain. In one swift move, I put the magical dagger throw his heart, quizzing it until it's burnedw into flames. His wings appeared and not just any wings-- snowy white wings with disturbingly black splotches oozing darkness, seeming to take whatever light is nearby and sucking it into it. The black appears to try and spread but has little success. But there is a discolouration. There is something wrong. In the black, the feathers are tattered and frayed, showing signs of incapable of flight i

Behind the iron bars, the giant blades of the cooling fans spun with enough force to liquefy anything that got too close. "The override is manual!" Sora’s voice crackled through the short-range comms. "I have to bypass the biometric lock from the external terminal. Zora, you and Dante have to hold the line. The Vane security drones will be here any second." "Understood," I said, drawing the obsidian daggers I had fashioned in the tunnels. The water around us began to shimmer. Four "Scylla" class aquatic drones—sleek, eel-like machines tipped with electrified harpoons—emerged from the darkness of the trenches. They moved with a terrifying, fluid grace, their red sensors locking onto our heat

Does that mean a quadpod is a breed? My trail of thought is halted by the screams. All the witches’ evil laughter and Draco’s arrogance is gone, only terror. It is so satisfying to watch, but I am sure that we are never going to hear the end of this one. We left the women behind because we thought we were stronger and they are the ones who saved the day. I watch Diana charge towards Draco. I am so proud when her teeth sink in his neck. That’s my mate. It is only when Xylon curses out loud that I notice it. Draco managed to cast a spell breaking the bubble before he died.

Mother: "Leo, what's wrong? You seem troubled. Of course, come in." Leo stepped into the room, the weight of his discovery weighing heavily upon him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of his concerns. Leo: "Mom, I need to talk to you about something... something I've discovered about Dad." Mother: pauses, a hint of apprehension in her eyes "What is it, Leo?" Leo: takes a deep breath,"I found out that Dad... he's a murderer." Mother: "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Leo. You must be mistaken."

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.”

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Their bullets tore through metal wings, sparks raining like fire. Edda’s voice deepened, distorted, furious. “Ungrateful mortals. I offered salvation. You offer violence.” Liora shouted back, “Your salvation is slavery!” Varian added, “Your peace is death!” Edda screeched. “Then die in chaos.” Every screen lit up with blinding white. The drones dove all at once—like a tidal wave. Varian grabbed Liora, twisting his body over hers as a drone’s blade scorched across his back.

Dorian's drone slipped through the ventilation shaft. Chassis the size of a thumbnail. Six infrared eyes blinking red in the dark. Rotor whine suppressed to a whisper thinner than mosquito wings. It skated an arc along the ceiling. Hovered in a corner. The camera lens constricted, focused, locked on. The feed transmitted back. Selene held a syringe. Murky green venom still rolling in the barrel. The gash across Cain's chest tore from shoulder to sternum. Peeled-back flesh. Ghastly white bone beneath.