Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

Lydia was so furious that she pulled Oscar out of the crowd and forcefully pinched his chubby body. "What a naughty child! I spent over 30 thousand to buy that drone! I told you I wouldn't buy it for you, but you continued to cry and throw a tantrum. "This is the first time you played with it, and you've already broken it! Such a wasteful child!" Oscar cried in pain, "I don't want the drone, I want the robot!" The class advisor said sternly, "Oscar's mother, the drone is too dangerous. Thankfully, no one was harmed this time. But if an accident had occurred, would you be willing to take responsibility?"

“This week’s been an absolute bitch with the Alpha on my back about why my drones never picked up the Worgen.” I lowly grin at his attempt to make me laugh. “The situation is fucked, Jason. These aren’t ordinary enemies. I want those new drones completed as soon as possible.” “See, what I mean?” He huffed, screwing up his face. “This is my night off, man! Let’s stick to the subject of hot, smoking women.” He balked about the upgraded features that I have instructed for our current drones to have. These included aerial surveillance with magical sensors and portal detection.

“What the hell—” Marcus cursed under his breath. I twisted in my seat. Behind us, rising from the snow-drenched trees— A drone. Small. Armed. Fast. Maurice’s kind. And it had already locked on.

The drone’s weapon pods hummed with a terrifying, high-pitched frequency that made the fillings in Kabir’s teeth ache. The blue luminescence charging within its barrel was identical to the energy that had dissolved the workbench in Geneva. It wasn't designed to destroy flesh; it was designed to erase the very seconds that held their physical bodies together. "Jump out!" Kabir bellowed, throwing his body weight across the back seat to shove Vikram and Devashish out of the open-topped jeep.

he disclosed in detail. “Can the drones be intercepted ?” Jax quizzed. “No. The drones are programmed to self destroy themselves and when these bots are intercepted then they roll a series of balls before they decimate their existence,” he explained. “What are those balls ?” Jax interrogated. “They are baby bombs but they contain shards of glass and silver so the interceptor can be killed,” he answered. “How do you contact a ghost communicator ?” Jax grilled. “That’s not how it works, Sir. In this trade, there is minimal communication between the stakeholders. The request is made through mindlinks. This way no human can barge into the cartel,” he earnestly answered.

"Execute the 'Fireworks Protocol'!" Marcus, who had been waiting for the signal, slammed his palm down on a large red button on a secondary console. All around the Oni Group tower, from the rooftops of adjacent buildings, a series of pre-deployed Sterling Industries drones activated. They weren't armed with missiles, but with something far more specialized. They simultaneously fired a barrage of high-intensity, non-lethal electromagnetic pulse and strobe-light projectiles.

They were silent, lethal, and programmed to kill anything with a biological signature. Sora didn't use his frequency. The sound would alert the surface teams. Instead, he drew his combat knife. He leaped from the pipe, a shadow in the dark. His blade sliced through the first drone’s optic sensor before it could chime. He spun in mid-air, his silver claws extending from his left hand to crush the second drone’s casing into a ball of scrap metal. The third drone swiveled, its internal Gatling gun spinning up. Before it could fire, a massive black hand reached out from the shadows and crushed it flat against the wall. Vardan stepped into the dim light, his eyes glowing gold.

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."