Dragonfly Made From Ceiling Fan Blades Novels & Stories

Every corpse had its eyes melted clean from the skull. Bella started to speak, but Zayla clamped a hand over her mouth and hissed, “Don’t. Listen.” There was a ticking, almost insect-like sound coming from the ceiling. Jenifer tracked the sound with her blade, eyes wide. Something moved in the glass overhead—something huge and wrong, a shape resembling a dragon made of living shadow and wire. It circled once, twice, then vanished behind an outcropping. “We need to get out, or get what we came for and run,” Liam murmured, his voice steady. “If that thing comes down here, we’re dead.”

But his gut told him otherwise. “Time’s up. Prepare for sentencing.” The dragonflies dove down from their heights, their forms howling as they cut through the wind. Their bellies opened, dropping a dozen of tiny spheres. A blinding light followed as each one landed. Then more came, heavier bombs that leaked bright red smoke.

Heaven blinding me! I open my eyes, the direct flash on my eyes made me see tiny stars, I blink a few times to adjust to the heavens lighting system. I see a high glass ceiling, the glass has mosaic artworks made up of blue glass and a crescent moon in the middle of it made of white glass. It is definitely heaven, such a piece of art only Jesus can afford. My eyes travel further and I see a ceiling fan with a fancy chandelier in the middle of it, glistening and casting tiny white stars reflection on the walls. It shines brightly, it is definitely made of diamonds. But fan? Seriously? Is it summer in heaven?

"...But they were a bit dull, so I painted them properly. Then I thought a little girl might like more..." A mobile hangs from the ceiling, dangling butterflies and little birds in brilliant colours; stars, crescent moons and lace-winged fairies. I touch one of the fairies, trying for a better look and the whole thing spins slowly, a mass of tiny bells catching the light and tinkling. "You like it?" Mitch is blinking again, biting her lip. "It's lovely. I've never seen anything quite like it. Where did you buy it?" "I didn't buy it. I made that one. There were lots on sale, but I couldn't find one I liked so..."

It appeared as though she was emerging from the cyclone in an invisible boat but she was pulling the oars so fast that she threw out sparks on either side of her. The attack was akin to pinwheel blades repeatedly striking a surface; the only difference was, instead of paper, the blades were made of white oak that extracted a couple of scales in front of where the dragon’s heart should be, gushing blue blood. There was now a small window of unscaled flesh, shaped like a bird bite’s small inverted triangle, through which the crown of the dragon’s heart was vulnerable to attack.

If they were not going to acknowledge him as such, then there was no point for them to learn the truth. During Autumn Festival, the five thousand drones that Sterling Group had ordered from Tate Industries hovered over the Sterling Group's building, changing into different formations and colors in the night sky under Mike's control.

Silence filled the air, broken only by rustling leaves and the sound of our breaths. Whirr! A heavy, mechanical hum cut through the quiet of the evening. It gathered speed, rapidly coming closer. Startled, I nearly sprang off my seat and looked up abruptly at the sky. Countless soft lights sparkled across the black velvet sky. I stood corrected. These weren’t stars. They were drones. An organized swarm of drones rose from every corner of the estate, assembling in the air. The lights rippled and shifted in ever-changing patterns. In the blink of an eye, the drones arranged themselves into a breathtaking design.

I left my sharp piece of drone rotor blade slide over the edges of the collar and searched for the fine seam of the housing. “In the slums you don’t survive long if you Trash just looked like garbage. Everything has an internal construction plan. I have years broken Enforcer drones pulled out of the Schredder battles and put them in Water filter, heater and scanner rebuilt. The consortium does not build for Eternity. They build for the mass.” With a slight click, my blade found the tiny gap next to the

The yellow solvent was pouring out now making thick choking clouds that were eating away at the stone walls. "Elowen, the ceiling!" Ryker said. Three drones came out of the elbow joint. They used the pressure of the yellow solvent to blast themselves out of the arms upper forearm avoiding Vesper. They climbed up the stone pillars like brass insects, their spinning saws making a noise that hurt my teeth. "I’ve got the wall!" Kaelen said. He jumped onto the stone mantle, his sword swinging in a wide arc. The frost on the sword hit the lead wall-crawler freezing its metal gears. The thermal shock broke the drone into pieces that fell onto the floor.

Inside the dark vortex of the lower machinery well, the remaining support chains of the ventilation shaft gave their final, high-pitched ring. The entire upper frame, along with the vanguard mothers and the child with the Salvatore features, dropped an additional three feet through the green mist, the iron platform locking at a vertical angle directly above the spinning blades of the main fan. The metal blades were chewing through the lower oak frame with a terrifying, rhythmic screech that sent a fresh shower of red sparks into the suffocating air. The child remained rigid, his small fingers still locked around the live copper braid, his skin a brilliant, cracked lattice of white lines from