Murder Drones N Pfp Novels & Stories

"Cole Karver. Mean Son of a bitch. Would sooner kill you then look at ya. We've been hunting this bastard for five years. He's dangerous. He responsible for the attacks on Helana, Silver Lake and Timber. Killed hundreds. Intel suggests he's the Dragons Beta." I smirk. "And I know where he's going to be tomorrow night." Drake raises an eyebrow looking at me. River opens a file to show a photo of an evil face. White murderous eyes. He's running his fingers through platinum blonde hair. Drake taps the photo with his finger. "If we get this bastard, that'll blow the Dragons wide open." River picks up the file and flips through it. "I don't know. This guy's heavily guarded. Looks like

I say looking down at the drones I took apart so that I can add the timers for the explosive putty. I didn't know what I wanted to do with them until Jayk told me what Turi did. I've been working on this since then. If they didn't stop to think of us as people, I won't either. It's not fair that she gets to run around doing whatever she wants while the others rot in their graves. It might not make me feel better, but I've made up my mind. "You've been quiet," Miles offers me his hand. "I needed to think," I take his hand and let him pull me away from the drones. "I need everything to be smaller,"

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

"I found out something about Noah." The silence that followed was different. "What about Noah?" I took a shaky breath. "My ex came back." Helena didn't respond. "He told me something yesterday. He showed me a video." My voice dropped. "He said Noah has a twin." Helena's voice became tense. "Go on." "He said his name is Nile, and Nile killed Noah." I swallowed. "He said the man who died ten years ago was Noah... and the man who survived was Nile." I could barely get the words out. "He took Noah's identity."

The gangs went silent, their eyes once locked against each other were now fixed on the hovering machines above them. “8 seconds to comply.” Their stupor was broken, both sides fired on the drones, unleashing a tirade of gunfire on the machines. “7 seconds to comply.” The drones flew higher, dodging bullets and plasma. “6 seconds to comply.” Ymir caught sight of a single bulk in the distance. It was flying above Moreno Avenue. It was a mass of grey metal, shaped like shark of sorts. On its front were two lights, blue and red. They blinked furiously, blinding Ymir for a moment.

Jeff sneered at Ardina holding Zayn's chest, who snarled and his eyes became bloodier. Maya objected to Jeff's words, she knows how sensitive this is to her daughter “Zayn is not a killer,” she cried, tears flowing in pain. Zayn smiled in disbelief as he stared at her tears. Are you now swayed because of that rat! "Yes, Zayn Malik is a killer..." Whisper in her ear and fast movement! He pulled his neck back, smashing it violently, making everyone scream and retreat in fear Ardina was with them!

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

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.

“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.

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.