Murder Drones Characters Names Novels & Stories

The dining room was grand and luxurious, adorned with classic furnishings and crystal lights that cast a warm glow across the space. Jenny Anderson sat at the long dining table, striving to keep her focus on her three children—Jackery, Jackson, and Jerry—while feeling the weight of Alpha Dragon’s piercing gaze upon her. Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

"Hold them off!" Xander didn't shift, but he let the Alpha-Prime energy pool in his fists, hitting the drones with raw kinetic force. They weren't just stealing data; they were taking back the stolen dignity of their kind. As the drive turned green, the team vanished into the night, leaving the ATG Tower humming with the sound of a billion lost credits. While the Quads fought in the glass canyons of Chicago, Evangeline stood in a much older cathedral.

It lurched away from the overpass edge, swallowed by fog again, leaving us stranded on the dead bridge. A low, mechanical whine undercuts the sirens. I frowned. “What is that?” The answer came from below. Shape moved in the alleyways and broken streets under the overpass—sleek, low, wrong. They poured out of gaps like water: **dog‑like drones**, all sharp angles and metal plating, moving with twitchy, unnerving speed. Their bodies were matte black, jointed like wolves but too smooth, too precise. Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped.

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

Vera asked as she pointed at my computer screen. I followed the line of her finger and realized that she had pulled up the page that I had intentionally hidden earlier. There was a photo of a pup on the screen. He looked to be about three years old. His eyes were closed, his long lashes casting shadows down his cheeks. His serene expression made it look like he was just sleeping. "Pup: Ryan Barrington. Father: Felix Barrington. Mother: Wendy Snow. Note: Deregistered a year ago." My colleagues immediately fell silent. They looked at me carefully and asked, "It's just a coincidence that this she-wolf has the same name as you, huh?"

I narrow my eyes at him, but he ignores me and walks slowly over to the dark figure now pacing the top floor. "Dennis where the fuck are you man?" He calls out. The moment he spots me he pulls his gun out, but before he could fire, Drift comes up behind him and slices his throat. Blood spurts as he tries to cover his gaping wound. His body falls on the ground and I walk over and take the piece from his hands. "Crazy fucker." I say shaking my head as drift cleans his blade with the asshole's fake fuckin' cut.

Dregs watched me and shook his head. "You can speak with them if you like, just meet me at our table when you finish. I'll get you a plate of beef," he said softly and pecked my cheek. I thanked him and headed to my friends. I was heading toward their table when the ground shook violently and sections started collapsing all around me. I turned to find Dregs and saw him lying beneath a large metal beam. An announcement rang through the area saying that Dracucians were attacking the planet and capturing our people to sell as slaves. The Dracucian were planet destroyers. I rushed to Dregs and helped him pull the debris from his lower half. I was about to ask if he was alright when he coughed up

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

I wave my hand on his face, and that's when his eyes twitched and he slowly stare down at me, “My lady?” “Finally” I sighed, “Uhm, what's your name?” “Drake” “Ohhh Drake, uhm why is everyone carrying guns, I mean it is not like anything is happening so why is everyone carrying guns?” I asked and waited for his answer but instead I was met with silence, I could tell he was staring at something behind me but I could not tell what it is, “Moma?” I suddenly heard his voice, and slowly turn, and standing right behind me is Vincentte Vlaydimir