Murder Drones Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

With one precise shot, the drone dropped. By the time she reached the sand, Ember and Ezra were already there, weapons drawn. “What was that?” Ember asked, eyeing the wreckage. Alma bent down, brushing sand from the drone's mangled body. Her eyes narrowed as a tiny projector on its side blinked red. “Message drone,” she murmured. “Military grade. Possibly Russian design but the encryption? That’s private sector.” Ezra squinted. “It’s locked with a biometric trigger. Only opens for you.”

Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out "Greatest" he hissed While they are fighting back violently Renee could finally move her fingertips Then she moved her hand to place it on her bleeding neck, and sat weakly, staring at her Mate who was being punched by John. She got confused, and then she started seeing everything turn red The trees disappear and the color overwhelms them, Zayn and John disappear in front of them until they are surrounded by a red world only And there was nothing else “Kill him.” A woman whispered from behind her, turning around in fear, taking a few steps back

The result of her kill or contribution to Drakoen's plan didn't bring her any joy or sorrow. They left the Red River Pack without even arranging for the bodies to be buried. They were left to be eaten by vultures just like dead animals. When they got back to Drakoen's place, Mercedes went straight to her room and took a long hot shower. The running water removed the dried blood, sweat and dirt. It had become a routine for her. Drakoen and she have been going around killing the people who refused to surrender to him. So many people have already died and many continue to die elsewhere. Drakoen was determined to kill everyone for his new world. He didn't care about anything else or anyone.

"Get the kids to the sub-levels! Camille, don't you dare look back!" Elodie’s voice tore through the screech of jet engines. Above, the sky wasn't purple anymore; it was choked with the oily black smoke of burning high-octane fuel. A "Wolf-Killer" drone, sleek and predatory with Aegis Corp markings, banked hard over the west wing. Its underbelly glowed a hellish red before a silver-shrapnel missile corkscrewed into the ramparts.

“Hunting eases my worries, and I would be fibbing if I told you that I am not worried for your safety. Your battle has just begun, and you’re already facing two of the most powerful people in our pack—Raiah and the council. I hope that you won’t even have to deal with our previous Alpha, the father of Alpha Rendall. He’s the last man that you would want to deal with.” “I haven’t met his father yet,” I confessed. “What’s he like? Is he like Rendall or…” I paused. “He’s nowhere near his son,” she said. “He’s a ruthless Alpha, someone who will not hesitate to put an end to the lives of our adversaries or the lives of persons who are putting the safety of the pack in jeopardy. He is not pleased

“‘Course I’m honored, but… Lookit all these fuckin’ drones, man. They’re cuttin’ through your pilots like cheddar.” Valos simply laughed. “Who cares?! Those drones are just little toys for ‘em to play with. If they can’t handle ‘em, then they didn’t deserve a piece of the pie in the first place.” “That’s cutthroat as fuck. But I bet it gets ‘em motivated all to hell.” “Everyone knows it’s a dog-eat-dog kinda galaxy. And if they get eaten, well, there’s no-one to blame but themselves.” “Basically, don’t get eaten.”

His small body lit up like a star, the blue light shining so brightly through his thick parka that the fabric seemed translucent. With their magic cores instantly drained to absolute zero, the two drones died midair. Their engines cut out with a pathetic whine, and they dropped from the sky like stones, crashing into the snowfield below with a heavy, satisfying double crunch. Silence rushed back into the ravine, broken only by the howling wind. I sat frozen on Ashren’s back, my breath caught in my throat. Valen lowered his hands. He was glowing a brilliant, neon blue. He looked down at his mittens, which were smoking slightly, and let out a massive, echoing burp that smelled like ozone and b

The drone’s lens turned a violent, burning crimson as it locked onto the heat signature of my womb, the red light bathing my stomach in a bloody glow. "Aria, get behind me!" Silas roared, his iron cloak swirling as he moved, but the drone’s barrel was already rotating, a high-pitched whine mounting until the air smelled of scorched oxygen. The red eye stayed locked squarely on the swell of my stomach, the ionization cannon humming with the sound of a world about to be deleted.

I felt his chest press against my back, his heart a frantic, heavy thud. "What is it?" I breathed. "Drone," he hissed. I looked up. High above the mist, a single red light was blinking—a slow, mechanical eye tracking a grid pattern over the cemetery. It was a Vesper eye. If we stepped out from under the stone overhang, the scrambler would hide our biometrics, but it wouldn't hide the physical ripple in the mist.

Dorian's drone slipped through the ventilation shaft. Chassis the size of a thumbnail. Six infrared eyes blinking red in the dark. Rotor whine suppressed to a whisper thinner than mosquito wings. It skated an arc along the ceiling. Hovered in a corner. The camera lens constricted, focused, locked on. The feed transmitted back. Selene held a syringe. Murky green venom still rolling in the barrel. The gash across Cain's chest tore from shoulder to sternum. Peeled-back flesh. Ghastly white bone beneath.