Murder Drones Male Characters Novels & Stories

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

This is a lot to take in not to talk of the monster killing people all over. "Hey babe why are you still awake?" Adrain said walking into my room "I'm not sleepy " I replied "Hey what's on your mind I knocked but I dont think you even noticed " he said sitting with me on the bed. "It's Nessa she just found out her mum is not dead " I replied finally "Ohhh wow …. but what about the murderer has he been caught?" He asked " no and I'm worried about Nessa that place isn't safe for her " " she'll be fine have faith " he said giving me a hug

Jorah said just as he spotted a certain male who seemed more polished and wearier than the rest. “I am going in regardless,” Draven muttered just as Jorah sighed. “Ok, but avoid guns and avoid setting off the alarms at all costs,” he muttered. He watched both males morph into their respective wolves; the darkness was their friend as they stealthily crept into the warehouse. The top floor was first, the beta killing the male guards with a snap of their neck just as Jorah sighed when he saw that even the game around the table had stopped. “Shit,” he muttered as he turned on the car engine. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered as he pressed the gears forward, jamming past the front door and slammin

The blacksite’s reinforced ceiling began to peel open, slow but unstoppable, each segment sliding back to reveal a shaft of pale morning light. And in that light… shapes. Sleek. Inhuman. Dropping soundlessly into the chamber one by one. Julian’s voice cracked over comms, ragged. “They’re drones no” a sharp inhale “they’re him.” One landed with predator-like grace, knees bending smoothly, its surface rippling in the same oily black as Noa’s eyes. Then another. And another. The sound of their landing was almost too soft, too controlled. They stood in a perfect line, unmoving.

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

"Is this the Dr. Aster of Liberty Hospital of Country S?" "Yes, he is. Do you know him? Dr. Lisbon?" Clive looked at the man in front of him and smiled. "Of course Director Klatt, Dr. Louie Lisbon and I are classmates." Clive turned to Louie, "Hey Buddy! How have you been? It is a long time-no-see!" They shook their hands with a special hand shake. Clive whispered to Louie, "Is this alright with you, Buddy?" "Of course Buddy! I'll tour you around later. No one here is more qualified than you. Am I right Director Klatt?" Louie asked Celeste sarcastically.

I did not have to open my eyes to know that Duncan and my father were there, standing behind Alpha Lorenzo and the vampire. Chaos erupted around me, the vampire who had been holding the gun falling dead next to me. I could hear the voices of my dad, Duncan, and others fighting, but despite my best efforts, I could not open my eyes. The pain was coursing through my body and each time I even attempted to lift up my head, I was struck down with pain. Harley’s voice rippled through the mindlink and I attempted to respond, but all I was met with was darkness.

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

"Now." As they scrambled toward the stairwell, Lucien caught a flash of movement in the shadows of the corridor—a flicker of red, the activation light of a rogue security drone that had somehow bypassed the kill-switch. It hovered, silent and predatory, its targeting laser painting a thin, crimson line across Lucien’s chest. The system might have died, but the nightmares it created were still hungry.

Hamlet’s golden eyes burned as he scanned the chaos — his pack scattered, his men dying, and in the distance, the faint shadows of Black Fang soldiers swarming like locusts. “Go,” Hamlet said roughly. “Get the survivors out.” “I’m not leaving you—” “That’s an order, Alex!” Alex’s jaw tightened. “You’re not dying here, you idiot!” “Neither are you!” A flash of light — a drone exploding — sent them both sprawling. When the dust cleared, Hamlet saw three of his men lying still. His chest heaved. His world was narrowing — the sound of gunfire, roars, and the bitter taste of failure.