Murder Drones Emily Novels & Stories

-“Jax, I found Valerian. He was in danger. I love you baby bro, but you have to tell mom that I won’t be coming home.” I felt sad and confused when he said that. -“I love you too Bray!”- I responded in the mind-link. Suddenly Alpha went running and we followed behind as quick as we could. The scene we came upon was horrific. A man’s body met us at the end of the hall. He had deep, but small claw marks running down his face. He had one arm missing and his throat was ripped out. At the other end of the hall was another man’s body, but I couldn’t see much of it. I could hear crying and looked in the middle of the hall. Alpha moved to the side and it felt like my world fell apart. There in the m

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

When she stopped me from calling emergency services, she kept insisting the child couldn't be saved. In the end, the one who couldn't be saved was her own son. She had killed him with her own hands. The police began reviewing surveillance footage. The kindergarten cameras were broken, but the main road camera outside was working. In the footage, Esther could be seen driving in at a moderate speed. She glanced at the playground. Suddenly, she spun the steering wheel and headed straight for a group of children. She didn't try to break. She drove right into them. The police also pulled up messages from her phone.

Dead guards. No interior visuals. Blind. Completely blind. Rage clawed up my throat. Fear followed right behind it. Murder sat beneath both. (Hold it together, Alex.) Emily needed a leader. Not a man losing control. I forced my breathing to be steady. This wasn’t random. It was coordinated. The empty warehouse. The timing. The cameras. He didn’t lure me away. He separated me. From her. My grip tightened on the steering wheel until my knuckles went white.

With her eyes closed, she savoured as she chewed slowly. “Just the right amount of salt.” Her phone buzzed again. A news alert this time. “BREAKING: Police enroute to search home of Dr Karma Kuntz in connection with Chief Inspector's murder.” She took another bite of eggs, chewed slowly as she took a deep breath in and out, then she swallowed, not bothered by the news. On the TV, they had switched to helicopter footage. It was her building. Police cars surrounded it. Officers in tactical gear approaching the entrance.

"I was aiming for her. I was trying to kill her." The sound of heavy boots pounded up the warehouse stairs. Voices shouted commands through radio static. The building shook as dozens of police officers and emergency responders stormed through the entrances. "Boston Police! Drop your weapon!" Emily looked down at the gun in her hands as if seeing it for the first time. The weight of what she had done crashed over her like a wave. She had killed her own son in her desperate attempt to destroy Alexander Kane. "Drop the weapon now!" Officer Janet Hayes burst through the office door, her service pistol aimed at Emily's chest. Behind her, three more officers spread out across the room, their weapo

And the dining room was pindrop silent. "It was my glass". The next sentence in death cold voice by Blaze was another bomb exploded on the family. Trist instantly linked his men to trace the maid who served. Meanwhile Ming drove Blaze and Swift to the pack hospital. The kids were terrified and crying for their dads, so Simon took charge of them. There was a certain bond between Simon and the kids. Only he was able to calm them in the absence of their dads. He made sure to put them asleep, and guarded the door, not allowing anyone to pass through.

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

- Something happened? Amy asked worriedly, holding a glass of warm drink in her hands. - Yes, it's okay. And you better drink, and everything was already frozen, it wasn’t enough for you to get sick, ”he said with a smile. Emily lifted the glass to her lips and took one long sip... to feel the sweetish metallic taste in her mouth. The girl looked in horror at the man who looked at her from the height of his height with red eyes - the eyes of the leader of the Western clan. The glass fell from Emily's suddenly weakened hands and fell to the floor with a loud sound. From it poured a viscous liquid maroon, almost black. "Blood!" - the girl realized in horror.

"I think I'm fine. How are you?" Emily stood in front of Louis with her arms spread wide. "What do you think?" The corners of Louis' lips lifted slightly. "It seems that Cayden's plan was going well. Did you guys manage to defeat the evil?" Emily nodded quickly. "Cayden's plan was brilliant, Louis. He's cool!" With great enthusiasm, Emily told Louis what she had just experienced. She sounded proud when explaining how she controlled the drone to beat the enemy. "You should see his frightened face. He looked desperate. Maybe he thought there was a bullet going through his head. But it turned out it was just gas. Strangely, he was even more scared!"