Murder Drones Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

"They’re just doing it with a 'Peacekeeping' logo." ​The Breach of the Gutter ​The conversation was cut short by a high-pitched, metallic whine. ​"Drones!" Maya screamed. ​The ceiling of the Gutter exploded. Three UN "Seeker" drones, spherical, chrome-plated machines armed with neural-paralyzers, dropped into the shanty-town. They didn't target the Vanes first; they targeted the Un-Linked. ​"No!" Leo roared. ​He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the runes on his skin. He felt the "Wild Resonance" he had discovered in the Sub-Core; the primal, unrefined power of the wolf.

The sky above Novus, once a battlefield of violet beams and obsidian rings, was now filled with a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The "Mimic-Fleet" did not emerge from the void with alien hums; it arrived with the rhythmic, terrifying thump-hiss of a thousand replicated Great Engines. The Curators had used the data-harvest from the Sovereignty-Virus to 3D-print an armada of bronze-wood ships, each one a grotesque, oversized caricature of the Aethel-Dawn.

Julian was smiling, a slow, predatory expression of a man who had finally inherited the kingdom he had spent a decade undermining, he raised his hand, his thumb hovering over the detonator that would erase the last of the Vance and Vane bloodlines from the face of the earth. As Julian prepared to press the button, the sky above the harbor was suddenly illuminated by a fleet of black, silent drones that descended from the clouds like a swarm of mechanical locusts. They weren't Thorne drones, and they weren't part of Silas’s standard security grid, they were marked with a new, aggressive silver crest—a wolf entwined with a rose,the symbol Verina had seen in the "Final Log." From the speakers o

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."

The gory images continued to appear, and Dylan was trying her best to fight off a horde of bloodthirsty monsters that were hunting him. The chaotic scene was filled with corpses and fresh blood, just like the scene of dark hell. Desperate screams and screams echoed from within, piercing Miren's ears and urging her to act quickly and make a decision to put an end to this. She understood Drake's intentions when he planned this. From the beginning Drake had it all in the palm of his hand; he planned every step and stood at a high place to observe all the progress of things. Drake is indeed a man of wisdom and fear, but how does he know that his wisdom is the first step to killing trust and desi

Ugh they made me sick, ever since they found each other at the coming of age festival for the first years, I have been visually assaulted and forced to watch their love blossom, it was a miracle they didn’t have a litter of baby wolves running around already. I rolled my eyes, turning my attention to the window, where the campus sprawled out under a bright blue sky. Seraphine laughed, twisting in his lap to face me. “What’s with the face, Draven? You look like someone told you your claws have gone dull.” Before I could respond, Kiyan jumped in, eager to stir more chaos. “He’s in a mood because of his new fan girl.” Seraphine perked up, eyes glinting. “A fan girl?”

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv