Murder Drones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Myla asked. “To fuck,” Drake said, rolling his eyes. “It seems that they intend on giving the security team another porno session.” “And you’re allowing them to?” Myla asked, and I laughed. The fact that she thought that they could stop us if they wanted to come was amusing to me, but then again, I could expect anything from a bitch like her. A woman who betrayed her mate and chose to not only side with his brother but also forget the fact that the two of them were together to begin with, wanting to kill him for not mourning for her his whole life deserved the outcome of what we had do, but then again, I didn’t want to think about it now. I had my husband to be concerned about, and that was

When the Citadel manor felt that everything was going their way, the Headmaster pulled out one of the Black Order’s newest inventions. With a smirking, cold dominant voice, he spoke on the intercom, “We don’t have any vervain for the vampires, but that doesn’t matter with the use of our new weapon, all of them will kneel.” He declared and soon activated the death drones. The drones flew in every direction. They swarm like flies, hundreds of them looking for a pack of wolves to unleash their deadly silver gas on them.

The gory images continued to appear, and Dylan was trying her best to fight off a horde of bloodthirsty monsters that were hunting him. The chaotic scene was filled with corpses and fresh blood, just like the scene of dark hell. Desperate screams and screams echoed from within, piercing Miren's ears and urging her to act quickly and make a decision to put an end to this. She understood Drake's intentions when he planned this. From the beginning Drake had it all in the palm of his hand; he planned every step and stood at a high place to observe all the progress of things. Drake is indeed a man of wisdom and fear, but how does he know that his wisdom is the first step to killing trust and desi

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—"

" I ran to catch up to Madison as June followed. The mental crisis you just read had been happening to me off and on ever since the team and I defeated Thorne. For those of you who are new, it is probably best if you skim the last book! I know what you’re thinking! who actually reads anymore? But it will make a lot more sense if you do. Trust me! Anyway, we made it to the end of the hallway, and I began to sense the presence of the other hybrids. " Two floors above us! " I said as we ran further into The Faithless base. But then, three bulky The Faithless drones cut off our path and circled us! Each one pulling out massive revolving missile cannons. All rotating and locking on to us individu

I told myself I had seen the spark in his eyes and used it like a tool, and that tools don't consume the person holding them. I didn't know about the obsession. I didn't know about the madness. I didn't know that Veyron Draske didn't just keep power, or territory, or fear. He kept everything he decided was his. Somewhere between sentencing me and kissing me… Veyron decided I belong to him. I just hadn’t realized it yet.

she asked. He held her gaze. “You.” They stared at each other her confusion, his grim certainty and then a low mechanical hum broke the tension. Liam froze. The sound grew louder. High-pitched. Whirring. Then— “Drone!” he snapped, shoving Ariana against the wall as a flying orb zipped into the tunnel’s far end, camera glowing red. He raised his gun. One shot. Bang. Sparks. The drone spiraled and smashed into the wall in a hiss of flame.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

Owen tells them. “Liv kept repeating the phrase 'The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom..' She pondered it for a long while before she turned to me with wide eyes to ask me 'Could he or she be talking about a killer?' Then she held up a hand, like I was going to interrupt her. She said 'Just think about it for a moment.. most serial killers kill because they like it. Right? They get this sick, twisted little thrill from it. Like your brother. So if a 'master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom' could he be saying that a killer is merely a slave to his own sadistic whims? That a man kills because he is drawn to and he can't help himself?' She looked so cute, being so serio