Murder Drones Male Characters Novels & Stories

My mind also wandered to Sophia, Katniss, Canary, Tyra, and Aliya, and I fervently prayed for their protection. As for Dhruv, Asmodeus and Iblis, I knew there would be a backstory on how they were able to successfully live as the Kuipers. Before I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I thought about was the look of distraught on my father's face before he was turned into sand.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

His beard deserved its own I*******m. Graeme Sutter – The sniper. Brooding, tall, and always scanning for exits. Gave me a respectful nod and a “ma’am” that made my thighs twitch. Ewan Ross – Explosives and infiltration. Winks too much, probably trouble, definitely deadly. Caelan Drury – The leader of the security crew when the twins weren’t around. Tall, gruff, with a jagged scar across his jaw and a protective energy that made me feel safer just standing next to him.

We move as a well-trained unit. But they soon recover. They quickly get into formation. We fire at them and they fire back. Men fall all over the place when I look up and see drones. Shit! “Simon, disable them.” “On it.” He replies as I shoot up at them when more men come running from what I can assume is the barracks. They waste no time is defending the compound. When the drones all fall. “Antonio!” I stop and turn to see the man I want to kill more than anything. My father. Carlos Moretti.

They moved with robotic precision, magnetized boots clinging to the steep floor. Architect Drones. Human-machine hybrids. "Eliminate witnesses," the first Drone synthesized a voice. It raised a suppressed submachine gun. "Stay behind me!" Jackson released the window and slid down the floor, steering his body like a torpedo. He crashed into the Drone's legs before it could fire. The Drone fell. Jackson rolled on top of it. He took the ceramic knife he had taped to his chest and stabbed it viciously into the Drone’s neck. SPARK! It didn't bleed blood. It bled oil and white sparks. The ceramic blade severed the primary wiring. The Drone twitched and powered down.

They weren't soldiers; they were drones, their minds completely subsumed by the Sovereign’s network. "They’re like me," I whispered, a wave of nausea hitting me. "They're all like me." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of me as the drones began to circle us. "They’re empty. You’re full. Don't let them in, Ruby!" The drones attacked with a terrifying, synchronized speed. Nevan was a whirlwind of violence, his movements a masterclass in lethal defense. He fired with surgical precision, taking out the drones’ legs to disable them without killing—still trying to preserve some shred of the humanity they had lost.

"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.

Their bullets tore through metal wings, sparks raining like fire. Edda’s voice deepened, distorted, furious. “Ungrateful mortals. I offered salvation. You offer violence.” Liora shouted back, “Your salvation is slavery!” Varian added, “Your peace is death!” Edda screeched. “Then die in chaos.” Every screen lit up with blinding white. The drones dove all at once—like a tidal wave. Varian grabbed Liora, twisting his body over hers as a drone’s blade scorched across his back.

They are relics of the old corporate high houses, programmed to execute any unauthorized life-form within the perimeter. "Go!" Clyde roars. The Shadow Alpha doesn't hesitate. He throws his massive body directly into the path of the green lasers, his obsidian wolf-spirit erupting from his skin in a violent, desperate surge. The liquid darkness swallows the security drones whole, his bronze hands ripping the titanium plating from their mechanical spines with a raw, mechanical brutality that has nothing to do with wolf-law and everything to do with protecting his mate. The metal screeches, sparks showering over the catwalk as he crushes their power cells into dust.

"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.