Murder Drones N Pfp Novels & Stories

I looked up through the dense tree cover, "It's a drone. Probably with infrared sensors." Jade's face fell, "They've found us." "Yes. Do you know if any of them have any military or woodcraft Training?" Jade scoffed, "Training? I doubt it. But a few of them are psycho-violent. They spent their time bagging drugs and having sex. None of them are very bright, just the geek, and I think he was gay."

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”

"They offer you a prize. I offer you a choice." The drone's camera panned up, showing the sky above the Sterling Tower. Out of the clouds, the three 'Valkyrie' hunter-killer drones descended, their sleek, black frames materializing as their stealth fields disengaged. They hovered in a silent, menacing trinity over the tower, their railgun turrets silently tracking unseen targets.

The boy had falsely alleged that he wanted to kill his wife and Baby. "Sir we have found the boy and he has spilled the truth too. He has told that this work was asked by your friend Aisha to do it", On hearing this, Smaran turns straight to Aisha with a surprised look.

They despised the lupines—their mortal enemies—and sought to extinguish their light forever. Drake, with eyes like frozen sapphires, was both beautiful and deadly. His pale skin bore the weight of centuries, and his fangs thirsted for lupine blood. He moved through the shadows, a phantom in the moon’s embrace. His hatred for the lupines ran deep, fueled by ancient grudges and whispered curses.

“She survived what should’ve killed her. That doesn’t make her harmless. That makes her dangerous.” I clenched my fists in the blanket. “I didn’t ask for this. You think I wanted to crawl out of the ground covered in slime? You think I chose it?” Dante’s gaze snapped to me. Those icy eyes cut like they were built to strip me down. “You could’ve fooled me,” he said quietly. “See?” Zara pointed at me, then at him. “She’s telling the truth. You’re just too paranoid to admit it.” His head tilted toward her, slow and deliberate. “Paranoia keeps you alive.”

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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."

Drake orders. We’re all raw. Losing a pack member always hurts. But when it’s due to exhaustion, from relentless fighting, it hits deeper. Harder to accept. As they drag him away, a warrior hands me a drone. “Stop!” I shout, chasing after them. I shove the drone camera in the shooter’s face. “This man will be tortured and killed. Slowly. Just like the rest of our captives. Think about that before you ever attack us again!” I flip the camera the bird and pass it to Drake, who smashes the lens and speaker. Fiona might still try to trace the signal, but they usually cover their tracks.