Murder Drones Hair Novels & Stories

"Fine. But we're going in hot. The Architect has security drones. Fast ones." "I have a hacker," Silas said, looking up at the sky. "Don't I?" As if on cue, a shadow swept over them. A heavy-lift cargo drone, massive and black, descended from the clouds. It hovered above the boat. "Hello, Silas," the Ghost’s voice boomed from a speaker on the drone. "I brought some toys. Look up." The drone lowered a cable. Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor.

But they still needed a lot of training if we were going to be going head on into a war. “Hey, what’s that noise?” Leah asked. And I looked over at her. I could also hear a noise. It wasn’t a plane but it was above us and I moved further into the open field to look around and see if I could find it. Suddenly I saw a drone flying over the pack territory. “The vampires have drones now?” Leah asked. “That’s not a vampire drone. That’s military.” I said. “Human military?” She asked. “Yeah.” I said.

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

The hairs on her neck stiffened when she looked up to see the serial killer’s eyes fixated on her. Agent Drake stood near Agent Martinez with his back against the wall. The agent held an ice pack against his head and he had a nasty bump that invaded his forehead. Agent Drake had a concussion from being thrown into a wall. The agent still had a blurry film over his vision. His head felt like he had a group of construction men inside of it using jackhammers. Agent Drake was disappointed with himself. He prided himself on his self-defense skills, and today was a very humiliating day for him. Agent Drake was also mad over the fact that he had to attend his daughter’s high school graduation with

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

Dorian's drone slipped through the ventilation shaft. Chassis the size of a thumbnail. Six infrared eyes blinking red in the dark. Rotor whine suppressed to a whisper thinner than mosquito wings. It skated an arc along the ceiling. Hovered in a corner. The camera lens constricted, focused, locked on. The feed transmitted back. Selene held a syringe. Murky green venom still rolling in the barrel. The gash across Cain's chest tore from shoulder to sternum. Peeled-back flesh. Ghastly white bone beneath.

He crushed the steel pipe like it was paper. "Predictable," The Warden sneered. He drove his other fist into Sebastian’s helmet. CRACK. The visor splintered. Sebastian tasted blood. The HUD flickered and died. He was fighting blind now. [The Hangar Brawl] Fifty meters away, near the helipad. Harper was dragging her mother toward the waiting helicopter—a heavy-lift transport chopper they had found. "Move! Mom, move!" "Droids!" Dr. Braun screamed, pointing at the shadows. Five combat droids emerged from the mist, red eyes glowing. They raised their machine guns.

Kael roared. The twin wolves shifted, but they weren't the pixelated beasts from the Nexus anymore. They were Primal Hounds, their fur made of silver needles and their claws dripping with liquid mercury. They lunged at the "Architect Drones"—geometric, multi-legged machines that swarmed out of the Siphon’s base. Zane slammed his sapphire arm into the ground. A forest of crystalline spikes erupted, impaling the drones and creating a protective cage around Rhys as he worked the Tuning Forks.