Drift X Brite Bomber Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

"We'll find another buyer." The old man looked at Nero. Not at the chain. At Nero. Close the distance, his eyes said. Soon. They came back to the settlement at full dark. Drift's mood had curdled on the ride back into the specific kind of frustration that came from doing the right thing and being annoyed about it. He dismounted without looking at Nero. "Outside," Drift said to Nero, when they arrived. "You sleep outside." "Still?" "Until you've earned something different."

17. We drift through a snowstorm. White particles flicker in the harsh light stabbing through broken glass. Snowdrifts rise on Trent’s hands and sift into the folds of his shirt, stick to the blood drying on his lips and forehead. We try to stick his tongue out, the better to collect some of it, but Trent’s body must have taken some damage during the crash, because moving it only a millimeter past Trent’s teeth sparks a wave of pain so intense that he moans—

A high-frequency scream tore through the mountain air, cutting off the wind's roar. Above the tree line, a sleek, razor-thin interceptor drone plummeted through the clouds, its silver chassis reflecting the white of the ice below. It hovered like a metal hornet, fifty paces from the edge of the platform. Its chin-turret—a heavy, twin-barrel optical disruptor—whirled in a silent, motorized orbit, its purple lenses seeking the unique electromagnetic signature of Noah’s chest-mounted core terminal.

Sila ang personal na guwardiya ng Red Weaver. ​"Xander, sa likod mo!" sigaw ni Skye, habang pinapaulanan ng laser fire mula sa isang portable drone turret ang mga paparating na anino. ​Si Xander, na taglay pa rin ang pilak na ningning sa kanyang mga mata, ay hindi gumamit ng baril. Itinaas niya ang kanyang kamay, at ang mismong grabidad sa loob ng crater ay nagbago. Ang mga anino ay tila nadaganan ng dambuhalang bigat, dahilan upang maging abo sila bago pa makalapit.

The second drone launch was more ambitious. Clara had modified the drone with a larger battery pack and extended-range communication system, allowing it to fly deeper into the valley and stay aloft for longer periods. She had also equipped it with a high-resolution camera that could capture images in near-darkness, essential for the long, grey days of the apocalypse. She launched the drone at dawn, the sky a pale, watery grey that offered little light. The drone rose into the air, its rotors humming, its camera feed appearing on her tablet. She guided it toward the Mill Creek property, her eyes fixed on the thermal imaging.

Allison P.O.V. Blue Light territory smells like a stone and wet earth. The pines stand taller here, the air thinner and the roads cut into the ridge with the kind of patience only old hands must have had to cut them the way they are. We take the pass in a three-vehicle ribbon, Blake and me up front, Elliott and Cassie in the second, a lean spear team in the third. Xander, our head warrior, rides the rear bench with his boots on the floor like he might leap before the truck stops. He’s been vibrating since Luna Rose’s call.

The last two drones fell from the sky, but there would be more. Dropping his head, Adam concentrated on that patch of green in the distance, feeding as much fuel into the bike as he possibly could until he was traveling so fast, he was afraid that he would wipe out, but he had to take the chance. When the Mothers came back, it might not just be drones; it might be heliobirds or land riders. He had to trust the Oklasaw militia to keep him safe. He had no choice.

he asked with a frown. Blaze is sure. That scent belongs to the drifters. The airy drifting scent only belongs to them. "I am sure" Blaze confirmed. Brandon is now in confusion. As far as they know, Drifters are a Myth. They have powers and they can drift between worlds and one place to another without being detected. Just like the fae who can shift from one place to another, all the drifters can drift from one place to another. It's their nature. There was a time when their services are used by the kings for the greater good of the citizens. But the drifters became greedy and they began to accept petty jobs against the crown for money.

At the same time, Lucifer turned back towards the floor-to-ceiling TacMap and plotted an attack run against the station’s patrolling squadron. “Raijin, Xylo,” ze said. “We’ve got bogeys at 86, 22, 75. Sending attack data now.” “Just send the word and we’ll get rid of ‘em,” Xylo replied. “At your convenience.” Xylo’s fighters and the Hawk drones sped forward at nearly the same time, however the drones accelerated far faster than the fighters. Without any biological pilots to account for, they could easily go as fast as their structure could handle the g-forces.