Murder Drones Oc Name Generator Novels & Stories

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.

"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. He's in the garage. He died defending the patch, we'l

“How do you differentiate between them and the second generation?” "They all trainned us, so all second-gen know them. Besides, they have weird names: Gotham, Ghost Crow, Shadow, Mist, Fire, Scar, Poison, etc. It's like a den of vipers. It's not their real names, but even they don't remember their actual names." "What about you?" Her eyes hold mine, hostage, appearing darker late at night. "Is Ethan your real name?" “It is. This is the name my mother gave me.” “How about your last name? Is it Hunter?”

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.”

He tapped his feet on the smooth floor and bit his thumb nail. “Daddy?” Temi called, “That doesn't look good.” Wide eyed, Elijah gasped at the armed automobiles and drones following them. Shit sang repeatedly in his head. “Does this auto have an hover feature?” Elijah asked. “No,” Alpha replied. “There is an unidentified armed person on our tail.” “Who is it?!” Temi asked. “Searching.” The car revved as the doctor took it up a bridge. “Gani Demola, registered as Scorpion from Ovic Incorporation,” Alpha said.

Without thinking, Alma lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the figure’s shoulder, but no blood came out. The figure laughed. Sparks flew. “Damn,” Ezra breathed. “It’s not a person. It’s a drone.” The drone stepped forward, metal exposed under the skin. “Time to burn, bride and groom,” it growled. Ezra tackled it, smashing its head into the wall while Alma sprinted down the hall. As she reached the villa’s stairwell, another drone blocked her path. But this one spoke her name. “Alma Sapphire Deacon. Subject 02. Welcome home.”