Murder Drones Absolute Solver Novels & Stories

That cruel, demonesque smirk. It spoke louder and clearer than any word could ever say. He was going to find me and when he does... I clenched my eyes shut as my thoughts clouded. Through the haze of it, I could only see one thing on the canvas of my mind. My greys intermingled with black and then I was thrown into an odyssey of darkness. A maze of questions that didn't have answers. Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me.

“Behind you.” Mae spun and shattered a second drone with violet force. The blast ripped through its core, then jumped to every machine connected to the same signal. Hundreds of drones fell from the sky like dead birds, smashing across streets and rooftops. The paralysis tower flickered. Every frozen body in the city inhaled at once.

12 Sectors. 12 Sectors that each of us had to clear along with each of their security checks and traps. Grant now releasing a couple of drones given to us by Tony once we had cleared the base of the mountain. Our drones designed specifically with reflectors to help them blend in with their surrounding area. Kind of like a camouflage. The drones giving us a boost to our systems while giving Tony and his team the access they needed to hack into each security system. Because without our bots, our gear would have been fried upon setting foot into the first set of traps. Each of us passing through 3 EMP grids, 2 land mines and 4 turrets. Each turret designed to hold poison arrows and toxic gas.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

From my peripheral vision, I saw one of the guys earlier pointing a gun at Julian. “No…no… Not Julian, please… Not him," I pleaded as the tears pooled from the corner of my irises, “P-please don’t kill him, he’s already old. Please spare him,” I added while trying to struggle so hard from my nanny whom I once trusted so much. My visions are getting blurry from crying as the drug that was put on the handkerchief was taking effect on me. Before I passed out, my eyes widened as I saw a black-haired guy appeared out of nowhere and whispered something to the bad guy pointing a gun at Julian that made him pull the trigger.

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

Owen tells them. “Liv kept repeating the phrase 'The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom..' She pondered it for a long while before she turned to me with wide eyes to ask me 'Could he or she be talking about a killer?' Then she held up a hand, like I was going to interrupt her. She said 'Just think about it for a moment.. most serial killers kill because they like it. Right? They get this sick, twisted little thrill from it. Like your brother. So if a 'master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom' could he be saying that a killer is merely a slave to his own sadistic whims? That a man kills because he is drawn to and he can't help himself?' She looked so cute, being so serio

that hovered just outside the silver bars of our prison, its red optical sensor scanning my frozen face like a piece of meat under a microscope. "Proceed with the 'Deep-Vault' extraction," he continued, the mechanical whir of the drone’s cooling fans sounding like a death-rattle in the silence. "We cannot afford another breach of the 'Source.' This prototype has proven far more volatile than the 'Original' baseline. Secure the Alpha separately. If he resists, initiate the 'Marrow-Drain' until he is nothing but a husk."

However, the AI replied indifferently, "But you should be happy about it. She's the daughter you hate most, after all." My mother choked and said, "Shut up! I love both of my daughters very much! How dare you say that I hate her?!" The AI replied nonchalantly, "If you really loved her, why did you listen to an AI's suggestion to dose her food delivery with ten packs of laxatives and get five homeless men to rape her so cruelly? You even caught a mongrel with rabies just to bite her and refused to take her to the hospital for five days.

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’