Murder Drones Hair Novels & Stories

"They’re just doing it with a 'Peacekeeping' logo." ​The Breach of the Gutter ​The conversation was cut short by a high-pitched, metallic whine. ​"Drones!" Maya screamed. ​The ceiling of the Gutter exploded. Three UN "Seeker" drones, spherical, chrome-plated machines armed with neural-paralyzers, dropped into the shanty-town. They didn't target the Vanes first; they targeted the Un-Linked. ​"No!" Leo roared. ​He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the runes on his skin. He felt the "Wild Resonance" he had discovered in the Sub-Core; the primal, unrefined power of the wolf.

"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 drones were accelerating. "They’re flanking us!" I yelled over the wind, risking a glance over my shoulder. Two of the silver arrowheads broke formation, banking hard to the east and west, attempting to box us in against a sheer ridge of glacial ice ahead. The lead drone stayed directly on our tail, its underbelly glowing with that lethal, charging blue light. Silentium pulsed against my hip. It wasn't a vibration; it was a heartbeat. A slow, agonizing, freezing throb that sent needles of pure ice shooting up my spine. The sword was starving, and it was reaching out to the nearest source of concentrated magic, the solar cores powering the Aurelian drones.

I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria. Drones—not our drones, but sleek, black, insect-like machines—swarm through the broken windows. They have lasers. They start firing. "Defensive protocols!" Echo roars, his avatar expanding to shield the crowd. But the black drones tear through his code like paper. "It's a war," Alex yells, grabbing Kai and Emma. "It's an extermination," I realize, watching a drone vaporize a table. The celebration is over. The revolution is over. The invasion has begun.

"Dinner's ready. Made some sandwiches and fried eggs." Hayley nodded and waved him over. "Come here a sec." "What's up?" "It's time I told you something you should probably know." Leonard blinked, unsure what she meant. Hayley pulled out her phone and pressed a command button. Behind her, the tower's roof split open, and Leonard watched in disbelief as a swarm of drones flew out into the sky. "These are our base drones. Just a little project I've been working on," Hayley said casually. Leonard froze. He stared at the flying military-grade drones, completely dumbfounded.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

“BLOODY HELL” The trio (Joy, Kai, Jax) worded the sentence individually before tearing after the Beta wolf. “Ahhhhh,” Dre screamed as he ran outside with three mad, blood thirsty Alphas with uneven haircuts, running at a furious pace, hot on his trail to claw out his heart. “Did Dre cut Joy’s hair again ?” Dre’s father, Beta Draven asked when he saw his son’s daggers and Joy’s bleached hair on the floor. “Hers, Kai’s and Jax’s,” Ryder chuckled.

Taking into account the two-hour time difference, I could be home by midnight. I took my time cleaning the yacht, wiping every surface, washing the bathtub, the toilet and the basin. I would wash the shower later when I showered before my flight. I vacuumed the carpets and then the bed. It might sound extreme, but you could lose up to a hundred hair follicles each day. I knew there was no chance of me being a suspect here, since they already had their suspect in custody. They wouldn’t even bother to look any further.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.

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.