Murder Drones Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

As an alpha he believes he has a duty to provide for his people, so that was what he was going to do immediately, without wasting any time. Alpha Drake was actually a brutal person right now, and he doesn't listen to any pleading of anyone. Most of the houses that he tore down their door. The people who were inside would always plead with him to spare their lives, but his rage was not going to be controlled by anyone. He just doesn't think twice before killing them,or even bother himself to consider their pleading. He somehow finds pleasure and peace in killing them.

Blood and dirt mixed together. My pup. My darling Kyle. He was dead. Murdered right in front of his own father by that vile woman.

I scowl at them. Tay arched his brow. “Unless I hear it from Lucius, I refuse to entertain this conversation.” Suit yourself. But when the Dragons come to kill you, don’t look at us to help you.” I cross my arms. “What do you mean?” Warren sits up. I start to pace across my spot. “The Dragons have a weapon. A poison. Designed to only kill Alpha Males. It’s delivered in the bite venom of the Dragon fighters. Once they bite you, Alphas, your Alpha blood is attacked. You can’t heal, can’t shift. Soon the poison will consume you. We can help, but out here, you’ll be dead in a matter of days.”

Adrian hissed into his dead comms, "you lying bastard, you gave them our exact position, didn't you?" The silence from his earpiece was the only answer he needed. The red laser lock settled firmly on his chest, then moved to Victor’s. The end was no longer a question; it was a countdown. And as the whine of the drone’s cannon reached a crescendo, Adrian realized that for all his strength, for all his enhancements, he was still just a man trapped in a world that wanted him deleted. He didn't run. He grabbed Victor’s hand, squeezed it tight, and stared directly into the drone’s unblinking, mechanical eye.

The second drone launch was more ambitious. Clara had modified the drone with a larger battery pack and extended-range communication system, allowing it to fly deeper into the valley and stay aloft for longer periods. She had also equipped it with a high-resolution camera that could capture images in near-darkness, essential for the long, grey days of the apocalypse. She launched the drone at dawn, the sky a pale, watery grey that offered little light. The drone rose into the air, its rotors humming, its camera feed appearing on her tablet. She guided it toward the Mill Creek property, her eyes fixed on the thermal imaging.

INITIATE SECTOR PURGE. The drones don't fire bullets. They fire formatting pulses. If those beams hit her, she won't just die—she will be erased from the world’s memory as if she never breathed. I throw myself forward, my body a shield of failing stone and burning code. The first pulse of white light erupts from the ceiling, and the stone floor beneath the girl begins to dissolve into a void, leaving us hanging over a bottomless pit of unrendered data.

The gangs went silent, their eyes once locked against each other were now fixed on the hovering machines above them. “8 seconds to comply.” Their stupor was broken, both sides fired on the drones, unleashing a tirade of gunfire on the machines. “7 seconds to comply.” The drones flew higher, dodging bullets and plasma. “6 seconds to comply.” Ymir caught sight of a single bulk in the distance. It was flying above Moreno Avenue. It was a mass of grey metal, shaped like shark of sorts. On its front were two lights, blue and red. They blinked furiously, blinding Ymir for a moment.

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.

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."