Doll Murder Drones Fanart Novels & Stories

"I'll get you a grimoire, and you can start your own. Of course, the one I gave you belongs to your people. But that doesn't mean you can't have one of your own." I nodded, knowing that time was of the essence. Xander was waiting for Cruz's location. And every moment we wasted was another moment that Cruz was captive. Daphne raised her hands over the bowl, and the flames grew brighter and taller on the candles. Then she cupped her hand and made the motion of scooping up the fire from on top of the candles and set it in the bowl. Even though there was nothing on her hand, flames flared from the bowl. I gasped, for in the fire was a vision of Cruz. He was tied to a chair in some dark warehouse

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Kael didn't use his blade; he used his Alpha-Call, a localized shockwave of pure life-force that shattered the drones' fragile logic. The Encounter with the Ghost They reached the central chamber. In the middle of a swirling vortex of dark matter sat a withered, chrome-plated husk. It was Drax's original command throne, now fused into the Hive's nervous system. Within the throne, a holographic flicker of General Drax appeared. He looked older, his digital form fraying at the edges. "Architect," Drax's voice echoed in their minds. "You... took... your... time. The Swarm... is... hungry. It wants... the... song."

“I’m not a hostage. And I’m sure as hell not staying in this mansion while someone abducts children to get to me. So tell me. Who?” Malrik’s stare was unblinking. Predatory. Cold. Beautiful. “His name is Drael.” The hallway tilted under me. “Drael,” I repeated. “As in—” “My brother.” Silence dropped like a hammer. Drayan looked between us, jaw clenched. “He’s dead,” Malrik added. “Well apparently he isn’t.” “No,” Malrik said again. “He’s dead.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then how did a dead man with silver eyes send a bleeding child to your front door?”

Tillamuk pointed out. I nodded at him. Xlythenteum more than any of us knows what those two packs are capable of. He came to us after his clan was wiped out. His father tried to kidnap the previous Luna of the Blue Lunar Eclipse Pack. Xlythenteum’s mother was not his father’s fated mate and for some reason he had developed an obsession with the Luna. Xlythenteum is half vampire and half wolf. His mother was the daughter of an alpha that his father kidnapped years before. She happened to be someone else's fated mate, but he had become obsessed with her. Xlythenteum had been away when the pack attacked his clan. His father was the first one killed which was not unexpected. The only other to su

she says "Well, you looked wrong," Death and I say at the same time "They want us back now," Death says "Okay, bro you know, I met Ariel today," I tell Mika as we hug, "but I guess, I'll see you whenever they decide to stop torturing me," I tell her "Yeah, that's not ending anytime soon, but she can come to visit you in hell," Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell,"

And the Werewolves, who were the first children of the Moon Goddess, became the closest race to the Cohens. Whenever the Werewolves needed help and support, they could easily go to the Cohens who promptly helped them without hesitation. The Cohens fully support the Werewolves as siblings and children of the Moon Goddess but this brotherhood and bond will not last long either. As time went on, the scent of Moon Drip possessed by the Cohens became intoxicating and enticing to the Werewolves. Every time the blue light of Moon Drip touches their skin, they seem to lose their senses and become hungry until they yearn for it so that they can't stop and wake up the wild beast inside them.

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.

His vision dimmed, and he realized that his time was short. "Elara," he managed to whisper, struggling to get the words out. "I'm coming." With one final, shaky breath, Draven closed his eyes. He felt his life slipping away, but he held on tightly to the hope that he had saved her.

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.