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

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 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.

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

She threw her heavy, burning body directly into the path of the drone’s firing line just as the machine unleashed a hail of silver-coated projectiles. Two of the silver darts buried themselves deep into Astrid’s right shoulder, a hiss of white smoke erupting from her flesh as the poison hit her core. She let out a guttural grunt of pure agony, but her momentum didn't stop. With a roaring fury, she slammed her obsidian claws straight into the drone's central processing core, ripping the wires out by the roots and exploding the machine into a shower of sparks. Carmilla spun around, her crimson eyes widening to the absolute edge of her iris as she witnessed the Alpha take a lethal hit meant for

I will never be like my mother. “Are you deaf, Jenny?” Mother asked. Her tone was condescending. “I will get rid of this bastard child in you.” Watching my mother yell and scream at me means nothing to me right now. All I could think of was my child. I gasped when my mate attacked her. “What are you planning to do?” My mother inquired. Draven raised his brow and smirked. “What else? Killing you, of course. I need to get rid of someone as toxic as you.” I watched him squeeze her neck. He was planning to give her a painful death.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

"Do it. End the transition." "Sir, I..." "Do it before I lose the last of my mind!" "He’s begging you, Miller!" Richard held the shield, his arms trembling. "Do you have the spine to end a commander or the sense to save a soldier?" "This isn't saving a soldier! This is watching a nightmare manifest!" "The nightmare is the only thing standing between us and the drones!" Richard’s shield pulsed, absorbing a heavy kinetic slug from the drone line. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking them all off balance. The mercury started to drip, losing cohesion.

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.