Murder Drones Emily Novels & Stories

I heard her crying. I felt her hand. I felt her warmth. I felt everything. But I could not move. Then the other voice returned. Dark. Angry. Close to me. Too close. "If she survives this, then everything we planned is useless. You know what you need to do." I tried to shout. To ask who the hell they were talking about. To stop them. But nothing came out. Emily? Emily? is she the one they are trying to kill ? Why.... Why would they want her dead?

It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking. “Alexander!” Ethan barked. “EMP charge — now!” Alexander dropped to one knee, fumbling with the satchel. “I only have one pulse grenade left — it’ll fry every circuit in range, including our lamps!” “Then aim it right,” Mira said. The second drone emerged from the mist — smaller, faster. It darted up the incline, claws scraping against the tunnel wall. Lorren stumbled backward, his lantern crashing into the water and hissing out.

“According to community laws, a rogue who wants to be accepted back to the pack must atone for his or her sins by being of service to the pack and the community. Has Emily atoned for her sins?“ He asked. A small smile lit up Ethan's face. “Yes Darius, she did, not once but twice actually, and she nearly died doing so.“ He replied. Elder Darius raised his eyebrows questionably. “Almost died?“ He asked. “She helped defend my pack from skilled assassins.“ Ethan replied. “Is this true?“ Darius' eyes moved to me. “Yes.“ I replied. “Even as we speak, Emily is still in the infirmary, slowly healing from the wounds she got from the assassin's blades, which were coated in moon lace poison.“ I said. E

Emily's pov. I sat in the room, still hugging the spot where the needle pierced my arm like it was the thing that betrayed me. My blood—taken to prove a lie. I didn’t know how long I’d been staring at the wall. I might have escaped this one, but only time would tell once the results came back. I didn’t know how long the test would take, but I needed to figure out something—with or without Sammy. Kelvin was gone. Peter, too. And the doctor, thank God. But their presence still lingered like thick smoke.

EMMELINE The morning air was thick with tension. I stepped outside with Darius, my heart pounding, but my face calm. People had gathered in clusters, whispering, pointing, their expressions a mix of shock, fear, and anger. In the middle of the crowd, Jeremy’s lifeless body lay sprawled on the ground, blood staining his throat, his skin pale in the morning light. His wife knelt beside him, her cries loud and ugly, her whole body shaking as she clutched his unmoving form. I watched her, arms crossed, my face carefully neutral.

was happening, I was on the bed and Mark was climbing on top of me. The vodka was starting to make the room spin and the numbness that it provided was a welcoming feeling. I was brought back to reality by a sharp pain that I felt in my chest. I looked down and realized that what I was feeling was Marks teeth on my breasts. Mark was like a rabid animal. His eyes were hard and the expression on his face was darker than it had been a few moments age. I heard the ripping sound before I felt the pressure of my underwear being yanked from my body. Marks hands were around my neck again and I felt the pain of his dick penetrating me deeply. He did not make it romantic or even try to be gentle with

With no evidence that she didn't murder her aunty, no eyewitness, no one to clear her name, Emily end up in prison. ****End of flashback****

"Cheers!" we all clink or glasses and drown our drinks. We are currently back at the base and celebrate our success in killing 2 people in one night. Emily is taking care of Drake's bloody arm. Even though we didn’t come back clean and shiny at least we still in one piece. I saw Emily grabbing a pinset and pulled the bullet out of it. I smirked as I saw Drake squealed like a fucking little girl. "You act like a little girl Drake," I said.

A black silhouette walked into the light, another sharp crack across Druenn’s face was all it took to fix that one thought that hurt the most. Druenn closed his eyes and Emily was there again, her body going limp as she passed away. “Emily!” Druenn roared, Crack! The overdrive ignited a storm of rage within him, the chair ripped as Druenn forced his way out of the seat launching one half at a ranger behind him and the other half at another to his left, rolling from a sword that swung towards his head he backed himself into a corner, searching the room for a weapon against the ranger that stood in front of him.

Emily's mom parked her car in front of Daniel's gate and stepped out. She had already checked the other two houses before this one. As she looked around, there was no sign of anyone. She knocked on the gate repeatedly, but there was no reply. In the other houses she had visited, she had encountered two men. She told them she was searching for Daniel Straw. She didn't know if they had passed the information to him. Regardless, she didn't care. All she knew was that when she laid her eyes on him, he would either return her daughter to her or she would die trying. She knew that killing her would be easy for him, but she felt it was a risk worth taking.