Murder Drones Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

“There.” I follow her gaze, heart kicking up. Footprints in the mud, fresh, leading into the woods. Too big for Aiden’s usual tread. “Not him,” I say, gut twisting. “Someone else.” Before we can move, a low hum cuts through the rain—a drone, barely visible, hovering just above the trees. Its red light blinks, locking onto us. Ember curses, yanking me down as a dart hisses past, embedding in the wall behind us. “Tranqs,” she hisses. “They’re not playing.”

The collective inhale of the crowd was deafening. “That’s right,” he shouted, waving the weapon like it made him a god. “Back the fuck off or I’ll blow your heads off. Bring her to me, boy.” His eyes locked on Rob. “Now.” Rob moved again and I grabbed his arm, firmer this time. “Don’t do anything rash. There are cameras everywhere,” I said through gritted teeth. His voice was low and lethal. “And risk him hurting you? Not a fucking chance.” The crowd didn’t breathe. The barrel of Enzo’s gun glinted under the chandelier light and I could feel the shift in Rob’s stance. He was calculating.

Hence, we are not with Dane now. I remember the words Alejandro uttered just before killing Dane; 'How dare you touch my mate! No one touches my mate and gets away with it!' What a lying piece of sh*t. If it weren't for the mate bond, I would hate him for sure, but right now my emotions are torn between resenting him and wanting to jump into bed with him. We approach the enemy as close as possible, mindful to keep a safe distance between us.

I left my sharp piece of drone rotor blade slide over the edges of the collar and searched for the fine seam of the housing. “In the slums you don’t survive long if you Trash just looked like garbage. Everything has an internal construction plan. I have years broken Enforcer drones pulled out of the Schredder battles and put them in Water filter, heater and scanner rebuilt. The consortium does not build for Eternity. They build for the mass.” With a slight click, my blade found the tiny gap next to the

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

“You want to jam Dominion recon with children’s toys?” Alexander shrugged. “The kids already fly kites every evening. We integrate polished plates. The drones will get back scatter, false angles, scrambled telemetry. They’ll think every street is filled with mirrored heat signatures.” Jun whistled. “That’s… actually brilliant.” Ethan nodded. “Put a call out for every kite-maker in the city. We build an aerial mural of metal.” Cira scribbled furiously. “I’ll post it on the Board immediately.” Part Three: The Quiet Shield

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I found myself standing there, frozen a moment longer than I intended, my eyes glued to the little rack by the register. The keychain hung there, seemingly innocent, catching the fluorescent lights just right—the tiny silver sword along with the intricately painted dragon that curled around it, a perfect replica of the one wielded by Kaelen Stormblade in the Chronicles of the Ashen Throne series I couldn’t stop reading when I was younger. I’d been wanting something like that for ages, ever since the third book tore my heart apart in the best way possible. It was kind of ridiculous how much a simple piece of metal and enamel could send a thrill of excitement rippling through me.

"They fall in love once and stay together forever" There was a small pause. "I think that's penguins or wolves..one of those wired emotional animals" Jade muttered. Elliot looked at him. "You're drunk out of your mind" "Maybe" Jade shrugged. "I like penguins though" he said again. "Good for you" Elliot said, his eyes focused on the road. A pause. Then Jade frowned suddenly. "You know what I don't like?" "What?" Elliot asked. "You" Elliot rolled his eyes The rest of the drive went by slowly.