Murder Drones Oc Name Generator Novels & Stories

A law upon themselves. The all-familiar fear of them sizzled through her body but then she'd gotten very good at hiding it. Her back straightened, she plastered a smile on her face and turned to the one that talked. Their leader. "Venom." She called his name as a form of greeting....or rather, the name he was infamously known as among gangs. Whispered in fear among gangs. His eyes slid caressingly all over her body from head to toe, back to her face. He wasn't smiling when he said, "Zee-Drone said you wanted us to help you with something?" He drawled, calling just by his gang nickname.

You’re probably wondering why people call me The Draco. I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Xander Díaz. But in this city, in my City, everyone knows me as The Draco. Why? Because I’m the man who decides who lives… And who dies. Being the most feared mafia boss in this city earned me that name. Some people claim the angels cursed me. They say my red eyes are proof of the blood I’ve spilled. That they are stained by the souls of the men I’ve killed. But personally? I think the devil blessed me with these eyes.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

Fox reminds them. There is a chorus of mumbles ‘yes sir’ from our group. “You know we should change some of Chaos’s handles. They no longer fit,” Dominic rumbles, making the earpiece vibrate with his deep base. “Oscar has made a name for himself as Chaos’s hellhound. That’s all anyone refers to him as,” Alanzo Zanetti says talking to Demon. “Fine, Oscar is now Hellhound,” Ryder concedes. “I like that better. It fits,” Ransom says.

"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." ― William S. Burroughs Mariennne's POV: Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head. These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud. Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show. I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

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.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

the guard shouted, turning around and looking at a girl with a woman who looked rather big She was crying and trying to stand up, but her leg was not helping, and on top of that, the guard screamed at them because of her His heart beat so fast he heard his wolf Mars say snarl "mate" Now I suffer for your pain , but then I will kill everyone who Altum Meaning ' winged wolves' in Latin Inferos _ Zayn Malik's flock _ inferos Meaning ' wolves of hell' in Latin Ardena - the heroine - means ' sanctuary ' in Latin March _ wolf zayn malik _ meaning 'Gods of War'

All she wanted to do was rest her sore body until she didn’t feel pain anymore. AFTERNOON came when Drake’s Beta suddenly rushed towards him with a pale face. “Alpha!” Beta Dillon called. Without an obeisance, he continued. “Alpha, there’s an unforeseen attack from the outside this morning. Some of our soldiers were slaughtered,” he informed, trembling. Drake’s forehead knitted. He looks livid and ready to kill someone mercilessly. “Who the fuck are they?” “Humans, Alpha,” Beta Dillon answered. Drake balled his fists; his face became expressionless. “Are you sure about that? Don’t you know the rouge actions lately? They’re quiet and not attacking anymore after the last encounter with them.”