Murder Drones Song Novels & Stories

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

Pete remained silent, trembling as he pointed at the sack on the ground. "M-Mr. Shaw, you should see for yourself…" Inside the sack lay my battered and broken corpse. The flies swarming around it annoyed Zachary, and he kicked the corpse hard. "Hey, Sierra. Stop pretending!" His voice was dripping with impatience. "Get up and clean yourself up. You're covered in filth. It's no wonder the flies won't leave you alone! "The audacity to play dead just because you were punished for a little while. You're so dramatic! Hurry up! You'll be sorry if Wren and I miss the bonfire festival in Xenas."

He was the key. The drones moved closer, their red lights reflecting in the puddles on the floor. Alessio raised his gun and fired one drone shattered, sparks raining down. The other two shot back, tiny darts zipping through the air. One grazed his cheek; the other embedded itself in the wall beside Noa. He fired again. Missed. One drone ducked low, slicing its metal wing across his arm. Blood spattered the ground, bright and hot. “Alessio!” Noa cried, pushing himself up, staggering despite the pain. He grabbed the flare gun, aimed and fired. The flare hit the last drone dead-on. It exploded in a burst of fire and sparks, the tunnel lighting up like a warzone.

“Beyond the first ridge. The others will meet us there.” I suddenly stopped, and Sadira halted instantly as well. “Do you hear that?” I whispered. Sadira lifted a hand to her ear. “Just the wind.” “Not the wind,” I said. “Look at the treetops.” Above us, beyond the rustling of branches, a high, irritating buzzing drifted through the air. Not metal—something more like composite material. Drones. Fast ones. They had entered the gorge and were now searching for whatever struck down the commander.

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

caught it and magnified it a million times over. ​A beam of shimmering, iridescent light—neither blue nor red, but a shifting opal—shot upward from the Gully of Whispers. It hit the Dyson-Siren’s relay in orbit. ​The effect was instantaneous. ​The golden light of the Archive shattered. The "Total Overwrite" stalled. Above the Anchorage, the millions of silver drones didn't fall, and they didn't turn red. They turned Green. ​The Whisper-Moss that had been "composting" the drones suddenly surged, merging with their circuitry. The drones began to move, not as a swarm, but as a flock of birds. They began to sing—a mechanical echo of Nora’s flute.

Mother: "Leo, what's wrong? You seem troubled. Of course, come in." Leo stepped into the room, the weight of his discovery weighing heavily upon him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of his concerns. Leo: "Mom, I need to talk to you about something... something I've discovered about Dad." Mother: pauses, a hint of apprehension in her eyes "What is it, Leo?" Leo: takes a deep breath,"I found out that Dad... he's a murderer." Mother: "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Leo. You must be mistaken."

" 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

His assistant’s grip on the intruder tightened instinctively. "What the..." Martinez started, but his words were cut off as a blinding light swept over them. A black drone hovered above, its camera lens glinting in the moonlight. It circled them once, twice, then darted toward the intruder. "Get down!" Martinez shouted, shoving his assistant to the ground just as the drone released a thick cloud of smoke. The air filled with choking fumes, blinding them instantly. Martinez coughed, his eyes stinging as he waved his hand in front of him, but through the haze, he caught one crucial detail; the tracker was still stuck to the intruder’s collar.