Murder Drones Absolute End Novels & Stories

If he couldn't hide, he’d be chaos. The heavy sliding doors at the end of the hall hissed open. Four drones hovered into view, their sensor-dromes rotating in perfect, lock-step harmony. Behind them, a security detail of human proxies moved in an eerie, fluid lockstep. They were extensions of the Hive, puppets for an ancient hunger. "Found you, Randy," the central proxy spoke, its head tilting at a neck-breaking angle. The voice was distorted—Anji’s face, Sarah’s pitch, Arga’s cadence, all garbled into one mockery.

Ines Sutherland's gaze moved from the divorce agreement on the table to me. Her voice was full of impatience. "Arthur Weber, stop being unreasonable. My sister is gone. Taking care of Marcus is the proper thing to do." Marcus Pierce panicked and pushed the gold watch back toward Ines. "Ines, take the watch back. Do not let me cause trouble between you and Arthur." As he spoke, he covered his face and began to cry. "I just have a miserable life. Your sister died too early. I deserve to be alone forever..."

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

The moment his eyes met mine, I knew whatever he had discovered wasn't something minor. "Dr. Kuntz." "Detective." He looked at me for a moment before glancing around the corridor. "Come with me." I followed him into my office and closed the door behind us. "What happened?" I asked immediately. Hale didn't answer at first, he walked toward the window, folded his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. Then he turned around. "We found Adrian Keller." My heart jumped. "You found him?" Hale's expression didn't change. "Yes." Relief rushed through me for half a second, then I noticed his eyes, there was no relief in them, only something dark. "What happened to him?" He stared at me. "Karma.

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v

"If you don't authorize the new Covenant, there won't be a world left to save. They’ll delete the hardware and start over with a fresh species." Elara looked at the pen, then at the vial of liquid shadow. Beside her, Mia was clutching the notebook….the "Delete" sequence that the drones were hovering for. Her mother, Sarah, stood with the silver shotgun leveled at the drones, though even she knew buckshot couldn't kill a math equation. "If I sign this," Elara rasped, the violet fire in her veins cooling into a heavy, leaden weight. "I’m not just your partner. I’m the Bank itself. I’m the one who decides who lives and who is... liquidated."

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

She went there with the sole purpose of dying. Even the surveillance footage was part of her plan. She didn’t want her passing to become a burden on us—the ones she left behind. But back then, everyone was drowning in grief. No one thought to investigate further—no one except Lucas’s mother. She never cared about Grandma. In fact, she wanted to turn her death into a scandal. Karen made copies of the surveillance footage and then paid to have the original backups erased. If I hadn’t helped her search for a bracelet in her room that day, I never would have stumbled upon the USB drive buried in the corner of a drawer.

"Alright, then go ahead and die." The water in the bathtub kept rising, covering the wound on Henley's shoulder and the glass shard embedded in his wrist. He didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted to find Joanna, kneel before her, and beg for forgiveness. If she could forgive him, that would be great. If not, it would be his punishment. With these thoughts, Henley's face slowly sank beneath the water. … Three days later, a team of police officers arrived at the house. They had received an anonymous tip, detailing an old food poisoning case that had led to a death.

That smile pushed Karina over the edge, and shaking violently from head to toe, her own smile twisted and monstrous, she screamed, "Die, Layla!" Two short, muffled gunshots cracked out almost at once. It was the two guards at Leon's side who pulled their triggers first, the bullets striking clean into the wrist that held the gun and into Karina's shoulder. The weapon slipped from her hand and slammed against the marble floor. Karina staggered back two steps, looking down in disbelief at the blood pouring from her wounds, the taste of blood rising in her mouth, her gaze slowly going slack. "No... it can't... end like this..."