Murder Drones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“One dose and the bond severs permanently. You’ll watch her die—” I lunge. My claws rake across his chest. The syringe flies from his hand and shatters against the floor. Elias staggers back, blood blooming across his white coat. For the first time, true fear fills his eyes. Rowena and Garrick close in from the sides. Maddox and Ryker guard Sienna and Callum. The facility shakes as more of our wolves flood the corridors. Elias presses his back to the wall, breathing hard. “You can’t stop it. The drones—”

Yet a I am most definitely sure that I was poisoned. “We need to get out of here.” Storm said to me, her voice frowning weak. I frowned, looking at my mates and unable to move, a gray wolf was making his way to me fast. I held the spare waiting to attack, but Draven got him before he could near me. But there are more. So many more. Draven crashes into a cluster of wolves, ripping throats open and throwing bodies aside. Daemon tears a Beta in half. Darius snaps a neck with one twist.

he muttered just as he gave the right coordinates to the hideout. Although Draven had only responded in a dark hum, there was only violence and death to all who stood in the way of him and his mate; he was going to kill them all. (A few minutes earlier by the east bank) Myra sits by the edge of her dungeon as close as she could get to her father as she watched him, silent tears spilling from her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to hold him and be assured he was okay. Her thoughts were broken by the groan from her father's lips as she saw shallow breathing had heaviness just as his head lopped to the side.

But Drael only laughed. “Oh, little brother.” He leaned closer, whispering in Malrik’s ear. “You’re still trying to save her. Even after you killed her the first time?” The room went silent. My pulse exploded in my ears. Killed her. Killed Zenaida. Killed me. The air vibrated as Malrik’s control disintegrated. His eyes went molten gold, pupils thinning into slits. A low, animal snarl tore from his throat. He punched Drael—

It was the other way around. In my head, an old draft unfolded—a scribble in a notebook from my “cyber-haunt” phase. A security drone leashed to a central AI tower, overcharged every time the signal spiked. The protagonist had fried the drone by overloading the relay instead of trying to cut the leash physically. *You don’t sever the tether,* my younger self had typed. *You melt it from the inside out.* “The beacon’s not just calling something,” I said hoarsely. “It’s **feeding** that thing.”

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

I say to the cab driver as we pull away. “It’s not a problem, the young lady on the phone explained the situation. If it was my wife and child I'd hope someone would do the same.” The cab driver replies with a friendly smile. I smile in return and Lorie and I sit silently for the rest of the ride back to Draven Manor. Once we are safely inside I phase us both back to the underworld and take Lorie to her room before linking with Victor. As Lorie is taking a bath I step outside her door and explain what had happened today to Victor.

I had been forced into a marriage with Flint Greyfang of the wolves and had been exiled to the desolate wetlands. After we married, I ran the house and poured my possession into his fledgling business ventures. Against all odds, Flint seized a crucial opportunity and amassed a staggering fortune. Meanwhile, the fire dragon clan was consumed by endless war. Drakon marched into the battlefield and never returned. Rhea became a destitute widow. The rest of the clan stripped her clean of whatever assets she had left, leaving her life in ruins. She was bitterly convinced that I had stolen the life of luxury that was rightfully hers. During a grand sacrificial rite, she lured me out and stabbed me

Malek grasped my arm in his hand. Somebody interfered with the orders someone was giving them." I stared at those shining eyes, and the wolf was pounding in my chest. She was just about to fight, and something held her back. It is not right. We have to go. Malek used his hand to point to the nearest drone. "I can…" "No." I caught him by the wrist. And when you kill one, they will come with troops, plenty of them." One drone beeped. And then it shot. A web of glittering fibers exploded against us like a spiderwebof light.