Murder Drones Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

After he must have c*m for the fifth time, I lay on his chest, out of breath and exhausted. My phone buzzes on the centre table. I contemplate leaving it unattended, but decide against it; maybe it's Sorrelina. When I slide my phone to open the image that I see makes my blood run cold. I stare at it for a few seconds, willing it to go away. Forcing the image to change into something else. Sorrelina is bound to a chair, head lolled to the side, bloodied and unconscious. In the same warehouse, the same fucking warehouse where I killed Sergei.

They despised the lupines—their mortal enemies—and sought to extinguish their light forever. Drake, with eyes like frozen sapphires, was both beautiful and deadly. His pale skin bore the weight of centuries, and his fangs thirsted for lupine blood. He moved through the shadows, a phantom in the moon’s embrace. His hatred for the lupines ran deep, fueled by ancient grudges and whispered curses.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

"They offer you a prize. I offer you a choice." The drone's camera panned up, showing the sky above the Sterling Tower. Out of the clouds, the three 'Valkyrie' hunter-killer drones descended, their sleek, black frames materializing as their stealth fields disengaged. They hovered in a silent, menacing trinity over the tower, their railgun turrets silently tracking unseen targets.

She lowered the weapon, almost guilty. Everyone left. I remained standing, watching her. She wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing hard, exhausted. Yet she never quit. Something inside me shifted completely. I imagined. Not Lena hiding behind me. But standing beside me. In meetings. At negotiations. On battlefields. On the throne beside me. Equal. Not protected. Feared. Respected. The image refused to leave. I hated how much I liked it. This wasn't just an obsession anymore. I began imagining a future. And that was far more dangerous than any enemy.

His confusion had me smiling and that confused him even more. “It was, Charles. You wouldn’t understand it. For you, this is just a job, something you got into thinking that it was much more glamorous than it really is. That’s why you’ll never make it in this world. For me, it’s an art. It’s a passion and there’s nothing more satisfying than that double tap sound as the bullets enter your skull,” I said. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” He asked. “Yes, I am. You lied to me, Charles, and that hurts.” He could see the truth of those words in my eyes as I straightened up. I aimed the gun at his forehead and he closed his eyes.