Murder Drones Episode 9 Novels & Stories

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

He threw down all his weapons, giving up any form of resistance. "So, he seeks death," I murmured. "Yes," the Beta said. "Our informant heard his last words." On the screen, Alistair tilted his head back, a smile of relief on his face as tears cut through the grime. "I'm coming, my love. My child. I'm coming to pay for my sins." I closed the video and picked up my coffee. Atone? No. This was just the beginning. Death was too easy for him. I mind-linked Lucian.

I didn't like the feeling it gave me. Then—a faint, mechanical whirring sound. Dorian stiffened. My eyes darted to the grimy window, barely catching the glint of something hovering outside. A drone. My breath hitched as I stared at it. It was small, sleek, and eerily silent, its camera lens reflecting the dim light inside the room. I couldn't believe this people would go to the length they had. Thankfully, Dorian moved fast. He grabbed a knife from his boot and hurled it with lethal precision. The blade sliced through the air and struck the drone’s body, sending it spinning before it crashed to the ground with a sharp crack.

They were holding hands, their skin grey and preserved in formaldehyde. "They all thought they were the first to break the loop," the drone whispered. "But the loop is a spiral, Alessia. It only goes down." "We’re not them," Lorenzo growled, reaching for a loose piece of rebar on the floor. With a sudden, violent burst of strength, he swung. CRACK. The rebar smashed into the drone, sending it spinning into the sludge. The red eye flickered and died. The silence that followed was deafening.

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

Xavier got up from his chair and asked Jackson to fix the drone. For the whole night, Jackson was working hard to fix the drone, and Xavier was helping him. Each passing second now felt like sand slipping from my fist. I took a bet on this drone. Despite being aware of the critical nature of this precious time, I chose to place my trust in Jackson's skill and confidence, without knowing the contents of the drone's recording. I was unsure if it captured any moments of Victor's murder. In the night, I was gazing at the river flow. The river flow appeared menacing in the darkness, and the sound of the flowing water sent a shiver through my spine. My eyes became heavy and urged me to sleep, but

But her words struck a chord, stirring a memory I couldn’t quite grasp—something about a late-night conversation with the visitor, months ago, when they’d spoken in riddles about power, about secrets hidden in plain sight. Before I could ask more, a low hum cut through the rain—not a chopper this time, but a drone, its red lights blinking as it hovered above the alley. Scar cursed, raising his rifle, but the drone was fast, darting out of sight before he could fire. A second later, a sharp crack echoed, and the pavement exploded ten feet away, showering us with gravel.

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him. I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth. "The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election." "Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief. I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.

Then, I drank beer. “Anyway, I called to update you about Sage’s case.” He said, “My assumption is right. Someone killed him.” He added. So, I became shocked. Then, I became angry. So, I closed my hand. “Please, kill the person who murdered him—” I did not manage to continue to speak when my head hurt. “Aira!” I heard Mantus say before I let go of my phone. A few seconds later, I became weak. So, I closed my eyes.