Murder Drones Fan Made Characters Novels & Stories

If I could go back to a few days ago when I received Cyran’s email, I would have packed my bags and left. “It might not be possible for humans, but Dragons have abilities that humans couldn’t dream of. Some of us can read minds, while others have different abilities. It isn’t like I always invade someone’s privacy, but I thought now was the exception.” Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me.

Two Years Later Ryker Lora came home a few weeks ago and told me that Drax was alive along with Aidan and Ty, they have been back a few years now and he currently has a new identity. I was in shock at it all and didn't know what to say or think, I was just happy as she was telling the truth. He goes by Drake Valmore these days and has a security business that is one of the top businesses in the supernatural realm. She told us what Lily had said about them taking revenge on all those who were involved in their murder and we needed to talk to them as we were on their hit list, Drax had a photogenic memory, and seeing us there, he would think we betrayed him and in a sense, we did. We also lear

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

Why? "My clues? What the-" "You will know once you have enough authority, level up first" Afterlife is a scam! What peaceful life? They are just forcing her to take up missions, risk safety, battle monsters, and everytime she plans to run away from everything, a hot walking statue would forcefully bring her back, give her armor and things she would need for her mission. This is slavery! All I ever wanted was to know why I died?! Amidst her suffering, A scary and handsome war God dressed himself as a fox like cat and deliberately taunts her and seduces her.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

Into names. Kellan. Ronan. Caelum. Lucien. Elias. Nora. Maeve. But most of all… Draven. Each one rooted me to the place where unraveled cloth threatened to tear loose if I moved. If I– But I didn’t react. They said the system was reading intent. I gave it none.

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

I whispered. I saw them. Rows upon rows of glass canisters. Inside weren't just data drives—they were bodies. Versions of us that had "malfunctioned." Some were missing limbs. Some had their eyes sewn shut with fiber-optic wire. "Iteration 14 tried to flee to the Andes," the drone droned. "Iteration 42 tried to kill the Creator. Iteration 89 tried to commit suicide together." The hologram shifted to a pair of bodies in a canister labeled 2004: TESSA & MARCO. They were holding hands, their skin grey and preserved in formaldehyde.

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards