Murder Drones Male Characters Novels & Stories

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

Malek grasped my arm in his hand. Somebody interfered with the orders someone was giving them." I stared at those shining eyes, and the wolf was pounding in my chest. She was just about to fight, and something held her back. It is not right. We have to go. Malek used his hand to point to the nearest drone. "I can…" "No." I caught him by the wrist. And when you kill one, they will come with troops, plenty of them." One drone beeped. And then it shot. A web of glittering fibers exploded against us like a spiderwebof light.

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.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

I didn’t feel the need to kill them unless it was absolutely necessary. " You know there is a permanent solution to this right ?! ” War zone said. " By permanent, I’m guessing you mean kill ?” I said. " Do you really think they would hesitate and do it to us ?" she asked me " We’re better than that. Besides, we are only going to do that if we absolutely need to," Just as we were having that conversation the floors opened and outside of it five mechanized drones ready to attack us. During the surprise, I started to sense the hybrids and the pain they were in.

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

His clothes were stained red, drenched with blood that he didn't know belonged to him or another. Lucas, Micah, and Jace threw their arms around each other. They'd finally gotten rid of Draco. The greatest drug lord in the Alassian continent had finally died. He was finally wiped out of existence. Lucas abruptly spotted one of Draco's henchmen, who lay on the ground behind Micah, raise his gun. "Watch out!" Lucas hollered. He shoved Micah out of the way while raising his gun to take out the last henchman.

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v