Murder Drones Tessa Fanart Novels & Stories

I locked it. I fell to my knees. My lungs burned. I reached behind me and ripped the dagger out. It was vibrating in my hand. It hummed with a terrifying energy. Then it stopped. The engraved symbols glowed with a faint blue light and then faded. I dropped it on the floor. I scrambled away from it until my back hit the wall. “What are you?” I whispered. Bang! Bang! Bang! “Mira!” Maya’s voice came from the other side of the wood. “Let me in! Are you alright?”

DRAKE Tessa lies slumped against the cold, damp wall her wrists bound in chains. Her breathing is shallow, her face peaceful, almost innocent in her sleep. But she doesn't deserve peace. Not even in dreams. I grip the rusted handle of the bucket beside me. The water sloshes gently inside, icy and waiting. My fingers are steady. My mind is not. Without hesitation, I lift it and pour the contents over her. She gasps, jerking awake, sputtering as cold water drenches her face and chest. Her eyes dart around in confusion before landing on me on the smirk carved into my lips.

Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her. “What the hell happened to her?” Maya shrieked when she saw the bruised and battered Elora in my arms. “I don't know what's got into him, he almost killed her. Maya we have to get her away from him. He's going to send this whole pack down if he kills her.” It scared me to think that my own father could kill a she-wolf. He had walked off like it were no big deal. The walls and floors were splattered with blood. It was like a blood bath. I had ordered some of the omega girls to clear it up.

Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

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.

The vultures had reached their destination and are now actively trying to look for their quarry. ‘Just a bit more’ they told themselves hungrily, ‘Just a bit more and we will finally shed Ecanus blood.’ “My beautiful birdies” Dyron crooned suddenly, relaying new commands, “Triple the effort, find the prince and take him to me at any cost necessary.” Tessa Vida’s Apartment, New York City Hours later, in the middle of Vida’s apartment, two women sat facing each other. “Call me ‘Capital F’ for FUCKED!” Tessa told Vida, as they sat in the living room, “I just had another one of those weird visions, girl!”

"Nobody closes it without my say." A Scrapper drone burst through the elbow joint. It was a fusion of a spider and a buzzsaw. I drove my hand forward. The vacuum of the Seventh Seal erupted from my palm. It caught the drone mid-air. The Multiversal market was open. The first customer was trying to break the shop.