Murder Drones Hair Novels & Stories

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.

My hair stood on end as the blue fluid began to evaporate from my dress in a cloud of bitter steam. "Lyra, stop! You'll burn out!" Tessa screamed. But the humming changed. It wasn't a mechanical drone anymore. It turned into a high-pitched shriek of feedback. On the drone's camera, I saw the red light flicker and turn silver. "What are you doing?" Julian’s voice was no longer calm. It was panicked. "You’re reversing the polarity? That’s impossible " The drone exploded in a ball of black fire. The Silver Guard wolves suddenly recoiled, their heads snapping up as they were released from the frequency. They let out a collective howl of confusion and fled into the mist. Rowan scrambled up, his e

The drone’s turbine shrieks, a localized hurricane of hot ozone and spinning steel diving straight for my throat. I don’t think; I throw myself sideways, my shoulder slamming into a rusted support beam with a jar that rattles my teeth. Orange sparks spray across my vision as the drone’s casing scrapes the iron where my head was a second ago. The red sensor light sweeps the floor, a surgical laser hunting for the heat signature of a woman who shouldn’t exist.

Natalie still hasn’t appeared, and the rest of the group is growing restless. Finally we come to the end of the street to see Natalie standing before the master by herself. Wait not standing but floating, her hair has fallen out and hangs down her back while her eyes rest on the master. He seems to be looking straight back and neither of them are moving. Ash looks confused I assume that he can see the monsters. Lyrica has gone still and Cooper is looking around with wide eyes. Can he see something that we can’t see? I turn to Alex and notice that she is also looking at Cooper.

He was calm, as if he hadn't nearly killed me the day before. Wendy sat up and gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Jess. I had no idea they would go so far. I just said I thought Jackie Chan's movies were cool, and then…" She started tearing up. I gave her no response. Joseph frowned and pulled me aside. "Hey, she already said she's sorry. What more do you want?" Impatience laced his voice. "It was just a prank. Stop looking at us like we owe you something. Fine, I know you sprained something because the drones' batteries died. I'll pay for the meds."

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

I thought he loved me. I stood on my feet and put on my underwears. I slipped into the body con gown which barely reached my knees. It stopped at my mid thighs. I picked up my comb and did Justice to my brown curly hair. I tied it up. I slipped into my flat shoes. I stared at myself at the mirror. I look horrible with my puffy eyes from crying. The fact that Lorenzo was the cause of it makes the matter worst. I pulled out the drawer and brought out my makeup kit. I opened it and brought out a moisturizer and used it. I rubbed the mascara and applied a little purple lip stick and applied a lip gloss to make it look shinier.

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

But after retiring from the business of actually killing people and becoming something of a corporate sellout—as much as a serial killer can become a corporate sellout, that is —he let himself go. His only saving grace—physical appearance-wise for me, at least—is his hair. It’s curly and black. I love curly hair on men. I don’t care if it’s brown, black, red, or aqua. It’s not enough to make me actually want to jump Zeke, or anything, but it is enough to make me not want to vomit when I think of him. Thank porcupines he doesn’t wear a mullet. I never would’ve survived in this job if he did, because I would have murdered him within a week. I’m sorry, but every time I see a man with a mullet I

Kael said. ​The room stared at him. ​"The drones are made of refined minerals and high-density polymers," Kael explained. "And they’re currently drawing power from the atmosphere to stay aloft. Nora, how many 'Bloom-Kin' can we spare for a long-term sync?" ​The Great Pruning ​Kael's plan was audacious and slow. Instead of a violent explosion or a risky re-programming, he proposed a Biological Takeover. ​He wanted to use the "Glass Needle" technique to send a low-level, parasitic strain of Whisper-Moss into the Swarm. The moss wouldn't destroy the drones; it would digest them. It would use the metal as a lattice for a new, airborne ecosystem.