Murder Drones Hair Novels & Stories

He had a shaved head and a burly frame. Before he turned, at one time, a feared enforcer for some enemy family of theirs. No one understood the innards of the city, its streets, or tunnels better. Then Dreda, a murderous woman with an affinity for gadgets. That knack for hacking any system—though negligent, at least it had a couple of times saved their lives. And Razor, the suave fast-talking scout who flew under the radar like a ghost.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

The sky turned a bruising, angry purple. "UNAUTHORIZED ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR NINE. AUDIT-Z IS NON-COMPLIANT. REALLOCATION INITIATED." Four drones, larger and more aggressive than the botanical weavers, descended from the canopy. Their "limbs" were tipped with the same ivory needles that had almost uploaded Mia. "Stay behind me!" Xander roared. He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the grid.

The drones had been stored in a climate-controlled compartment in the bunker's armory, their sleek carbon-fiber bodies gleaming under the dim lights. Clara had purchased them months ago, anticipating the need for aerial surveillance in a world where satellites would eventually fail and ground-based cameras would be limited by terrain and weather. She had chosen military-grade models, equipped with thermal imaging, high-definition cameras, and long-range communication systems. They were her eyes in the sky, and she intended to use them.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

They will be the first to die when the hounds attack again. I adjust the clip holding my thick kinky brown hair, making the wayward strands half-conform once more. I've thought about cutting it a thousand times. A thousand times I resist. It's my one vanity. Running a brush through my hair at night grounds me. It's such a simple task even though keeping it clean and lice free isn't easy. I shiver at the thought of the small creepers that make so many shave their bodies. The new world sucks.

I click the article link. "With the death of Alpha Draco Torrent, the Dragon Pack has been dispersed. Authorities have some members in custody for the murder of more than 800 people and the attempted terrorist attack of the Caledon Security Unit. Authorities are asking for anyone who has any information on missing Dragon members. They ask you do not attempt to apprehend them yourself, but call the Falcon Ridge hotline. One person of interest is still at large. Alexi Torrent. No charges have been filed this far, but the security unit has told us they have some questions that need answering. If you see Alexi Torrent, please call Falcon Ridge hotline. Alexi Torrent has red hair, green eyes, 5'4

The hair was definitely dyed. Just like everything else in The Carapace, the no-fur who Hades had idealized in his memories was a lie. When he turned his head to smile at Hades again, the tom saw the dilated pupils of a no-fur who was out of it. Probably drugged or half-drunk to get through the awful night of tom after tom using him.

“There are a couple of Vampires that have the keys. Not all of them. A woman with dirty blonde hair and giant boobs and a tall, thin man with slicked-back black hair. I know both of them have keys.” “Do you know what it is they’re doing to keep you from getting out?” “They’re using the same substance that Holland and that quack doctor of hers used to hold Guardians back in the day when they were trying to turn them into humans and kill them. I have no idea what it is, though.” “Great,” Cadon muttered. He didn’t even know what she was talking about. It had to have been something from before he was born. “Do you think Heather can break through it?” he asked.

Also, let me know when you find the sweater. He took a last glance at the corpse and left the room. The inspector re-entered the living room, completely unaware that the murderer was present right in front of him ... He took off his police cap to convey his commiserations. He absently stroked his dyed hair, which though thinner than what he would have liked, was perfectly gelled, jet black and slicked backwards. Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending.