Murder Drones Song Novels & Stories

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

There was a buzzing sound in my mind. I spoke without even realizing it. "W-What did you just say?" I asked. "I drove in to pick up my son, but I hit the gas instead of the brake and ran over a little boy. His face was covered in blood. He was wearing that blue hoodie just like the one your son always wears–" I was about to explain when Esther Lawson cut me off. "Eve Spencer, just get over here now! I swear I didn't mean to do it!"

] [I don't know what would've happened to J if he hadn't run. [Wasn't he doomed last time? He didn't know Teddy Terror existed. His injury slowed him down. Then he got stabbed to death. And his shitty little bro never opened the door while he screamed for help.] [We've got two killers in this story, chat. If you enable a murder, you're a murderer.] [Justice for J. He treats his little bro like gold. That piece of shit brother has to go.] [Justice for J. Disown that ungrateful little shit after this.]

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.

And I know that once we reach the point of starting our own family, that weight will fall on me too. Growing up, I watched my father take care of so many people. He had complete support from my mother, but I still saw the toll it took on him, the quiet exhaustion, the way responsibilities never seemed to end. I saw the same thing in Liam. At first, I thought it was noble of him, the way so many people trusted and believed in him. Until I realized that, in a way, he was being used. And he couldn't even see it. I'm not going to be the one to show him. I'm not going to tell him to stop. It's not my place. I found him like that.

Break the link. I took a deep breath. I reached out with my mind, trying to find the signal. It felt like trying to grab smoke. Then, I found it. A thin, cold vibration in the air. I pushed against it. I didn't try to stop the drones; I tried to confuse them. I sent a wave of scrambled code into their frequency. The drone above us spun in a circle. It started firing at the other drones nearby. The air filled with the sound of metal hitting metal and sparks flying.

I stepped onto the stage and took the microphone, and announced to the entire pack and the other wolves, "Today is a sad day. Our Alpha has left us. Thank you all for attending his funeral…" Before I could even finish, a screech cut me off. "Bethany, have you gone mad? I told you, Sampson isn't dead!" Desiree quickly ran forward and snatched the mic from my hands. "What kind of Luna are you? We haven't found Sampson yet, but you're already starting his funeral!" I didn't see Sampson behind her. Was he still not going to show himself even now? "Who gave you the right to question the Luna?" I spat coldly. "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to question me?"

The drone’s lens turned a violent, burning crimson as it locked onto the heat signature of my womb, the red light bathing my stomach in a bloody glow. "Aria, get behind me!" Silas roared, his iron cloak swirling as he moved, but the drone’s barrel was already rotating, a high-pitched whine mounting until the air smelled of scorched oxygen. The red eye stayed locked squarely on the swell of my stomach, the ionization cannon humming with the sound of a world about to be deleted.

When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale Natasha began shooting her paws with deadly claws against Morbius who easily saw it and dodged. he even blocked some of them but something else was happening around Natasha as a song began on radiating around her. "Is that..." Morbius slightly paused when he heard the song that was ringing all of a sudden around them. It was called Demons by Imagine Dragons but Natasha's strikes never flattered.

Their bullets tore through metal wings, sparks raining like fire. Edda’s voice deepened, distorted, furious. “Ungrateful mortals. I offered salvation. You offer violence.” Liora shouted back, “Your salvation is slavery!” Varian added, “Your peace is death!” Edda screeched. “Then die in chaos.” Every screen lit up with blinding white. The drones dove all at once—like a tidal wave. Varian grabbed Liora, twisting his body over hers as a drone’s blade scorched across his back.