Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

Damien Rourke’s face appeared—recorded, but recent. “If you’re seeing this, congratulations. You’ve found my legacy,” he said. “But you’re too late. These drones are linked to independent AI nuclei. No command center. No kill switch. Each unit can make decisions, assess targets, and rewrite its mission on the fly.” He smiled cruelly. “This isn’t about power anymore. It’s about inevitability. You killed the Accord. But you can’t kill what comes after.” The screen faded. Natalie stared at the drones. “How long until deployment?”

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

Made. He names them Hollow. After his company, Hollow Biotech. After himself. He needed a war, so he built an army. He needed a scapegoat, so he had a daughter. He needed a martyr, so he faked his death. And he needed an heir. Me. The vision snaps. Time resumes. Bullets hit trees, soldiers scream, Draven gasps, alive again, his eyes his own. “What,” he says, “what did you do.” “I saw,” I say. “All of it, he made them, he made me.”

He was here to hunt. He was after a payout, a high-resolution photograph of the league’s top hidden Omega, dripping with heat sweat, trapped in an empty penthouse without his Alpha husband. It was the media weapon Devereux needed to prove our bond was a fraud, an unverified medical hazard that would break our federal injunction. The operator lifted the drone, thumb hitting the controller’s boot sequence. The four tiny rotors whined sharply as they started to spin. The noise cut through the fever in my brain.

"An audit cutter doesn't carry guns. It carries Precedent." "Precedent is more dangerous than a security drone, Xander," I said, walking up beside him. My right palm, permanently grayed and scarred by the silver needle, felt stiff and throbbing in the drop of atmospheric pressure. "The drones only know how to delete. Precedent knows how to make you agree to your own liquidation." The Architecture of the Verification

I didn't like the feeling it gave me. Then—a faint, mechanical whirring sound. Dorian stiffened. My eyes darted to the grimy window, barely catching the glint of something hovering outside. A drone. My breath hitched as I stared at it. It was small, sleek, and eerily silent, its camera lens reflecting the dim light inside the room. I couldn't believe this people would go to the length they had. Thankfully, Dorian moved fast. He grabbed a knife from his boot and hurled it with lethal precision. The blade sliced through the air and struck the drone’s body, sending it spinning before it crashed to the ground with a sharp crack.

Morello's organization wasn't incompetent. Instead of sending people to investigate, they first deployed a swarm of drones. When Victor saw hundreds of small drones hovering above him, he ignored them. 'Let them watch if they want. If they don't get anxious, they won't show their hand.' Victor was determined to take down Camp Odeist. He wanted their Source Crystals. Victor was really eager to level up his mech to Level 80 because he had just obtained a Legendary energy barrier.

"Where the fuck is he and why do you have his body?" "Relax boy. Know you're hurtin' but we didn't fuckin' do this. Drift and another brother were keeping tabs on someone we know as Griz. We think he's one of the wannabe Rejects. Was able to tie him in with Alberts. Ex con, did twenty years for murder, transferred over from Missouri when Alberts came to New York. Looks like Alberts was hiring dipshits from prison to pose as these Rejects. My guess is they are tryin' to take us out. Somethin' tells me our new chief of police wants control of the drug and gun trade. Drift lost his tail, but only after the SUV dropped off a large sack with a note on it. Once we brought him here, we called you.

Luckily, our parents thought us survival skills at a very young age and we had Mariah and each other’s backs. Daniel was in the middle of a sentence when his face turned pale at the image on his phone. “Drones have just hit three of our warehouses. That’s hundred men and millions of equipment. We really are doomed!” he announced and I could feel his distress. My eyes met Owen’s, who had stepped outside to take a call. Over the years we have learned to read each other very well and I can tell that it’s not good news.