Murder Drones Fan Made Characters Novels & Stories

"Come to find out, the pack I was from were witch-wolves—hybrids." He finished his slice of pizza and then crossed the room to get a few more pieces, but I already felt his absence. "So, The Skyefrost Pack was your pack?" I nodded, tilting my head to the side. "You knew they were hybrids?" "Yes, of course. If I didn't know about the other packs, I wouldn't be a good Alpha." Xander shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. "What else did you find out?" I sighed, hating to have ruined our time together. But then again, he was being incredibly open-minded about this. "He was the one who killed River, Macy and Maria, and my Skyefrost Pack."

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

Smoke poured from the engine vents. But then, the Digger's hatch blew open. Not soldiers. Drones. Swarms of spider-like robots poured out of the machine, scuttling over the hull, firing micro-lasers. They were fast, lethal, and designed for tunnel warfare. "Back!" Jack shouted, pulling Catherine behind a pillar as a laser burned a hole in the brick inches from her face. The mutants shrieked as the spiders attacked them. Grog swatted one away with his machete, but another latched onto his leg, its drill whirring.

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.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

The child's cries worsen as if feeling the deadly aura and the death wolf roars in his mind. Silence, the bitches crying forever...kill her...fuc*ing murderer...! End the evil! No...I... can't... Then let me do it. Hand over the controls, Thaneos. Can this child really be that evil? Is the death wolf right? But can he kill his own child? The ringing sound in Thaneos's eyes worsened. A roar leaves his lips as his hand extends into his claws to touch the child. Kill her...just one slash at her heart...do it... You are doing good for this world...trust me.

Severe, armed security Drones in the Old World drove up from hidden shafts. they were not built from the scrap of the desert, but from shiny, indestructible titanium. Kael saw the drones, then the avatar that wore his father's face. Slowly he grabbed his neck, where the consortium's control collar had sat, and wasted over the thick scars. A deep, frightening laughter rolled into Kael's chest. “Perfection,” he repeated. “You formed me, took everything from me,

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

It lurched away from the overpass edge, swallowed by fog again, leaving us stranded on the dead bridge. A low, mechanical whine undercuts the sirens. I frowned. “What is that?” The answer came from below. Shape moved in the alleyways and broken streets under the overpass—sleek, low, wrong. They poured out of gaps like water: **dog‑like drones**, all sharp angles and metal plating, moving with twitchy, unnerving speed. Their bodies were matte black, jointed like wolves but too smooth, too precise. Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped.