Murder Drones Oc Name Generator Novels & Stories

Moira Turner Her hands shook as she struggled to push back the malevolence and hatred that brewed within her, it had been dormant for years, why the fuck did it choose to resurface now. She called it Mnemon, after the Titan of memories, because the other people always forgot, their eyes clouded by the truth and the monstrosity within her retreating into the depths of their ignorance. The shaking did not stop, it grew worse though as she drew nearer to school, Brett would suffer the consequences and she would go unscathed, go unpunished, sure the freak deserved it, but she wasn't clear, she'd hurt him, he deserved to know at least.

Because, unless things changed, or secrets leaked, there are only two people in the world knew exactly what my drones were capable of beyond flying around taking footage and mapping spaces. Thanks to Titan's ingenuity and my access to discreet fabrication, each of my "survellance" drones were outfitted with cutting-edge, lightweight electromagnetic pulse guns. If two or more focused on that van, it could be slowed to a stop. Two people--Not Gerald, nor Allison. Just myself and the man who designed them. "ASP," I spoke to the AI assistant "Tell the nearest drones to focus on the white van heading south from my current location. Protocol Omega 3"

As the conversation lightened, Dragon raised his hand, signaling for attention, and spoke with an air of authority, “There’s something else you should know about werewolves. When mates discover their destined bond, they must spend one night in the Cave of Souls. It’s an ancient place that deepens their connection on a spiritual level. That night grants them a vision of their shared future, binding their hearts in ways that cannot be undone.” Jenny seemed to spiral into a whirlpool of thoughts. An intense disturbance brewed within her, as if Dragon’s words had touched something hidden deep within her soul. Yet Dragon gave her no time to dwell on her thoughts. He leaned closer, his gaze like f

“I’m working to get something for it.” Exactly an hour later, I found my way toward the hallway leading to an IT guy’s basement, a small level lab. He goes by the name,cJulian. From years of working with him, I know that he liked crypto, everything related to cat memes, and occasionally, he was hired by ex boyfriends to hack into security systems just a way of proving their innocence. Well, he owed me a favor and this was the best time to use that. Julian excitedly spun his chair in a 360° to fully face me, smirk plastering all over his face. “Guess the owner of the name I just found on the drone registration?”

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv

Does that mean two of us will be in the same tier? And why are they called tiers anyway? Is this some attempt to categorize us based on intelligence? It doesn’t make any sense–especially considering I only had the chance to answer one question. “For Pinecone, Trixie Johnson.” This time the applause is a little louder. Apparently Trixie is a crowd favorite. “For Oak, Brynn Davies.” Brynn sucks in a quick breath. “I got picked?” “Congrats,” I tell her as I clap along with everyone else.

“They’re already here!” They ran. Reyes was already pulling a jammer from his pack. “If we can cross the ridge, I can broadcast a scramble pulse—” Too late. One of the units slammed into the earth ahead, throwing up soil and metal. A blade unfolded from its side—spindly, gleaming, insectile. It scanned them. > TARGET CONFIRMED: R-113 ASSOCIATES CONTAINMENT: LETHAL The drone lunged. Lucian tackled it mid-air, ripping it off-course—but another landed just behind them.

--- Now— Standing inside my private office, I reviewed files silently as dusk settled beyond the windows. Velaria. Valerie. My daughter. A biological fact I never intended to revisit. And yet— Useful. Very useful. Because blood ties created leverage. And leverage created advantage. My phone screen glowed softly as new information loaded. Surveillance results. Pack structure analysis. Leadership hierarchy. Names. Important names. Valentino Drakvolk. Vincenzo Drakvolk. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Triplets. Immortal. Alpha-class threat.

My boots echoed on the metal floor. It was a drone. But not like any drone I had ever seen. It was sleek, black, and ominous. It looked like a giant bird of prey. Wings folded against its body. Rotors tucked away. On the side of the tank, stenciled in red paint, was the name. CHIMERA. Below the tank was a console. It had a keyhole. My heart hammered against my ribs. I pulled the gold key from my pocket. My hand was shaking. This was it. The leverage.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze