Murder Drones Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He checked and reloaded the page close to ten times, and when it finally clicked that what he was seeing was real, he almost dropped his phone out of shock. “What the actual heck?” He growled, the headache from earlier recurring. Finn turned around in his sleep, but Lucien ignored him. His brain went busy, calculating how convenient it was that he, who had been bullied all his life, had arrived at Dravenmoor and had been underestimated, suddenly got his mother’s bill cleared.

“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

He ducked under a drone’s blade and slammed his broken sword into its casing. But there were more drones. Five. Ten. A swarm of silver insects filling the Archive. I saw a drone’s blade slice across Rowan’s shoulder. Red blood—real, dark blood—sprayed against the white wall. He didn't fall. He roared and kicked the drone into a bookshelf. "De-compiling starting now," the Librarian’s voice echoed in my ears. I felt the pull. It was a terrifying sensation. It felt like someone was taking a pair of tweezers and pulling the threads of my soul out one by one.

His hands were wet with blood. The chair dropped. It hit the floor with a loud crack. Rian looked at his hands. Then at Carter. Then at me. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I whispered. My stomach turned violently. I pressed my hand to my mouth. Rian stepped toward me. I stepped back. “Drisana—” “Don’t.” “I didn’t mean—” “Just don't. You almost killed him.” I looked at Carter again. His chest was still moving. Barely.

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.

As soon as Harris was asleep that wall dropped, and what Atticus was hiding from Harris came to the surface. The scent of ash became stronger, and smoke once again filled the room to the point where only Atticus and Draven could see through it. Atticus' and Draven's anger raged inside once again as they thought of that bastard and the way he hurt their mate. All the ways to kill Brody ran through their mind. As much as Draven loves burning his enemies, he would much prefer to peel the skin from that bastard's body. 'Why couldn't one of our abilities be to resurrect the dead?' Draven asked Atticus.

Even so, things won't change. I guess I can't stay here anymore. I walked at a very fast pace towards my room. When I opened the bedroom door, Frey was seen sitting in the living room watching the news on television. "Leo, welcome," said Frey as she saw me walk in. “Frey, it looks like the pursuers, Flower Skulls have tracked down to this area. This place isn't safe anymore," I told her. Frey didn't look surprised at all. As if she already knew that. She smiled calmly at me."Leo, I'm leaving this place."

Hope you did not kill father just to inherit his properties, cause I know you are a witch,you were in school now all of a sudden you are home,now see what has happened to father, Melissa "What are you saying,and why are you talking to me that way,what will you gain having hatred on me??huh As they were arguing,the spirit of death came to claim Rick's father soul,his name is drone but sebastine stopped him,the two girls can't see them,but the two spirit saw them vividly clear. Sebastine "Here we meet again,drone",said Sebastine to the spirit of death drone, Drone "What are you doing here?. Sebastine "Calm down drone, Drone "You are here because you are in love with a human woman,huh Sebastine

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

“You’re not saving anyone. You’re building a cage.” Other Evryn’s smile never wavered. “It’s not a cage. It’s harmony.” With a flick of her hand, the breach widened. A single drone—black and silver, shaped like a tear—drifted through. It hovered before them, scanning. Kai raised his weapon, but Evryn stopped him. “Let it speak.” The drone’s surface shimmered. A projection appeared in the air—Evryn’s childhood. A birthday. Balloons. A cake. But then it shifted. The cake was burning. The room, in ruins. Soldiers screaming. Experiments etched into the walls.