Murder Drones N Pfp Novels & Stories

"My security algorithms indicate three independent paparazzi drones have deployed near your current residential lease. We must secure your remaining personal assets before the media crowd blocks the perimeter entirely." "My remaining personal assets are a box of old tax returns and my mother's sewing machine, Kaelen," Zariel muttered, using sarcasm as a shield to mask her lingering anxiety. "I doubt the high-society tabloids are going to run a front-page feature on my collection of mismatched coffee mugs." "They will run a feature on anything that contradicts the narrative of a stable, premium Sterling partner," Kaelen corrected flatly, his distinct speech style stripped of any contractions.

Dylan's POV: I couldn't believe it, Aurelia was dead. It just didn't make sense. How could someone as vibrant and full of life as her be gone? And to make matters worse, my mom had found someone to impersonate her, poisoning Alpha Dante, who was the real Aurelia's mate. This was all just a cruel scheme to tarnish Aurelia's name and frame her for a crime she didn't commit. Now everyone in our neighboring pack would think she was the culprit.

Rainbow said gloomily. My blood went cold instantly. “What the fuck did you say?” I asked him, my voice thick with shock and rage. Without waiting for Rainbow, I hurried to the shark he talked about. There were flies, and even before I got really close, the stench was already horrifying. Still, I went in, and the sight that greeted me made me stop in my tracks. I had witnessed a lot of murders, but this had to be the cruelest I had ever seen. I froze in shock and agony. I almost didn’t believe it was Drane, but it was definitely him, murdered in cold blood and dumped to rot away like a pile of shit.

Selene screamed. “Assassination. Stay down.” I moved swiftly through the room using cover as my guards rushed in with their weapons. “Alpha! The attack came from several drones. Do we pursue?!” one of my men shouted. I peered through the sniper scope of my rifle, scanning the area outside. Very soon, I spotted the assassin hiding in the bush. But weird— It seemed like a child. A 3 or 4-year-old child…flying killing drones? This day just couldn’t get weirder.

calmly suggests the second guard. “A fair compromise,” I say in agreement as the two men slowly move away from their post, though the first is sure to give me a dirty look as he passes me. I’m unclear as to what he hoped to achieve by doing that. Does he think his narrowed eyes will have me questioning my life choices? I just murdered one of the crime lords of the Drakos Mafia Family, and I did so with a great deal of enjoyment. Some 6 foot guy playing peek-a-boo with me is hardly going to have my knees trembling.

"Get down!" Glass exploded inward as the drones opened fire. Bullets tore through the luxury apartment, shredding silk sofas and priceless art. Vespera dove behind the marble slab next to Cyprian. "You didn't tell me you had heat on you!" Vespera yelled over the roar of the guns. "I'm a popular guy!" Cyprian yelled back. He pulled a massive hand cannon from a holster beneath his jacket. "Can you hack them?" "Their ICE is too thick for a quick breach!" Vespera returned fire, her Crusher booming. She took out a drone’s optical sensor, sending it spiraling into the street below.

They hadn’t actually got burned so I mean that’s a win in my book. “I said let go and you wouldn’t! Just leave me alone. We are over, end of story” I growl gruffly, I was livid, I needed to get away from her before I actually had to kill her. I jump off the ground and I rush back home. I just couldn’t be bothered with her. I couldn’t be bothered with anything anymore. Drake’s POV “Iv called you all here today to discuss the animal attacks and murder, listen I’m not accusing anyone but I’m honestly bewildered, I am out of Options and I just can’t find the culprit so I’m asking you all to help”

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.

Ines whispered. The last two drones hung in the air like vultures. Projected text appeared beneath them, shimmering in blue-white letters: RUNNING IS FUTILE. THE CITY IS MINE. Varian holstered his gun slowly, eyes locked on the drones. “Hit the deck,” he said softly. Everyone dropped. Varian aimed at the ground and fired—intentionally. The shot ricocheted, pinging upward at a perfect angle, striking one drone through the sensor. It exploded midair.

Marion pressed. "I killed them all," Drake said. "It's illegal, and I don't leave loose ends. If I can't profit off it, no one else will." Debra stepped in. "But it's on the Illuminati's dark web for sale. You say it's fake?" Drake glanced at her. "Gotta be fake. Or you could bring me a bag to check." "You want me to swipe one for you?" Debra snorted. "Just open your mouth and ask, huh?"