Murder Drones Hair Novels & Stories

"If we die no one knows where the secret bunkers are Julian look out" A group of Harvester Drones dove from the clouds. They were not from the Board. They belonged to the Eye. They did not fire bullets. They fired needles of purple light. The needles turned everything they hit into dust. Julian pushed the engines to the limit. The flyer screamed as it tore through the air. It moved between the buildings. "Maya help me" Julian cried out. The black bird on Julian’s shoulder flew off. It hit the window. It grew into a glowing blue shield. The purple needles bounced off the code.

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face. I hear someone coming from behind. Spinning around, I block a punch. This one is fast, but I’m strong. I grab his arm, and he grunts. His eyes widen as I twist him around, and he’s defenseless as I throw him into the pool. Water splashes, the ice blue water turning brown, and the man yells. “It burns,” he cries. “It burns!” So I was right to not get into the water. Thank God. The crack of a whip soars through the air, and I duck it. A Silver Hunter with long blonde hair peeking out from her helmet advances on me.

she thought. An older man with salt and pepper hair adorning a stern look that could only be described as ice-cold and emotionless snapped his fingers and Murdok leaped into the air, Rori watched him ascend into the sky before huge black, red wings erupted from his back, tearing his shirt away from his body. Rori screamed and stumbled backwards as Murdok dove toward them, landing with a thud in front of Mason, who was trembling with fear but continued to stand his ground. “Do what you want to me, dragon, but I will not let you hurt her!”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

Her hair was a mess, and she hadn’t brushed her teeth, in fact she was barely awake, naked as the day she was born, and she felt vulnerable and exposed. “Don’t worry,” Drago pulled her into his massive arms,”I’ve seen you drool in your sleep.” “Ouch” he laughed as she smacked his arm. “I look like a homeless hobo,” she muttered, “And you look like a greek God. How is that fair?” “You are beautiful to me,” he cooed, “With your fiery wild hair and your swollen lips,” “You look like a woman to me, the woman that I love.” “I love you too!” she blushed, hiding her head in his chest.

"The drone... Did not let me go. It... Connected... With my spine." "Oh, God! Christian!" I screamed. I dropped the knife. Threw myself forward. I ignored my leg and crashed onto my knees at his feet. His skin was ice-cold. His body shook violently. "Marcus! Help me get him down! Help me!" Marcus dropped the crowbar. Rushed to help. Deborah brought blankets to warm Christian up. Julian used his scanner to look at Christians neck. The drone arm was, like a parasite! It drove needles into Christians spine to keep him alive while he was underwater.

I felt his chest press against my back, his heart a frantic, heavy thud. "What is it?" I breathed. "Drone," he hissed. I looked up. High above the mist, a single red light was blinking—a slow, mechanical eye tracking a grid pattern over the cemetery. It was a Vesper eye. If we stepped out from under the stone overhang, the scrambler would hide our biometrics, but it wouldn't hide the physical ripple in the mist.