Murder Drones Tessa Fanart Novels & Stories

When the Citadel manor felt that everything was going their way, the Headmaster pulled out one of the Black Order’s newest inventions. With a smirking, cold dominant voice, he spoke on the intercom, “We don’t have any vervain for the vampires, but that doesn’t matter with the use of our new weapon, all of them will kneel.” He declared and soon activated the death drones. The drones flew in every direction. They swarm like flies, hundreds of them looking for a pack of wolves to unleash their deadly silver gas on them.

"They offer you a prize. I offer you a choice." The drone's camera panned up, showing the sky above the Sterling Tower. Out of the clouds, the three 'Valkyrie' hunter-killer drones descended, their sleek, black frames materializing as their stealth fields disengaged. They hovered in a silent, menacing trinity over the tower, their railgun turrets silently tracking unseen targets.

"Then I’ll increase the hum. Your womb will reach a temperature that will boil the Silver out of your blood. You’ll be empty, Lyra. Just a hollow vessel with no more secrets to hide." Tessa leveled her rifle at the drone, but her hands were shaking. "Lyra, if I shoot it, the feedback might kill you both." "Do it, Tessa," Rowan barked from beneath the white wolf’s paw. "Don't let him have the child!" I looked at the drone, then at the kneeling wolves. My flaw my desperate need to protect the only thing I had left of my own warred with my hatred for the man who had stolen my life. I reached deep into the soul-link, searching for Rowan’s strength, but all I found was his crushing guilt.

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

Ethan ripped his hands away from the wheel and drew his silver-plated revolver from his inner holster. Two tactical scout drones rounded the corner of the stone archway, their lenses glowing a cold, analytical crimson. The moment their sensors locked onto Ethan's heat signature, their internal weapon pods opened, preparing to fire high-voltage paralytic darts. Ethan didn't give them the chance. Moving with impossible, fluid precision, he fired three consecutive shots. The heavy lead bullets slammed directly into the optical centers of the drones, shattering their glass lenses and sending sparks flying across the stone floor. The broken machines collapsed into useless heaps of metal, their ge

Jenny Anderson POV Dragon picked up a gun and jaw and refilled it before putting it in his waistband, allowing me to see the sharp V line. I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me right now. His black shirt was short-sleeved so I could see his strong forearms as well as the tattoos on his body. "Maybe I should go to help get down the stairs." I went to open the door, and as usual Dragon closed it behind me.

"The Vances are coming, Grace. And they aren't coming for the baby anymore. They're coming to erase the evidence of the failure. I can get you out. I have a vehicle a mile down the ridge." "Why?" I asked, clutching Florence tighter. "Why help us now?" Silas looked at Ethan—the man who was a copy of the boy he had once protected. "Because even a machine knows when the architect has gone mad. And Eleanor... she isn't in the servers anymore. She’s in Melanie. And Melanie is hungry." Outside, a low hum began to vibrate the stone walls of the lodge. Not the humming of people. The humming of a swarm. A thousand drones, their red eyes blinking in unison, rose from the valley like a cloud of mechani

She held out her hands. The drone drifted around the corner. It was a spider-like machine, black metal legs twitching with servo-assisted precision. A single, glowing red eye scanned the walkway, casting a bloody light on the sludge. It hovered on silent thrusters that displaced the foul air, sending ripples through the muck. It turned toward us. The red eye widened—an aperture dilating in recognition. My stomach dropped. I braced for the siren, for the laser fire. Neoma didn't panic. She didn't blast it. She reached out with the Void.

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg