Murder Drones Title Novels & Stories

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

The smell of burning rubber and dust filled my nose. As we reached the edge of the power district, a squad of drones dropped from the sky. They looked like silver spiders, moving with jerky, unnatural speed. They had cameras for eyes, scanning the street for life. "Get down!" Bryan pulled me behind a collapsed wall. One drone hovered right above us. Its red light scanned the wall, missing us by inches. I felt the ink on my arm heat up. The "Writer" voice echoed in my head. They are connected to the central hive. Use the static. Break the link.

"I'm going to drown it." The drone fired.

"You suddenly became so serious. Did your system give you something important again?" A mysterious smile appeared on Ivy's face. "You could say that." Without delay, she knelt beside the container and opened it. Click! The lid slowly lifted. The moment it opened, rows of sleek black drones were revealed inside. Both Ivy and Darren's eyes widened simultaneously. The drones looked incredibly sophisticated. "Woah..." Darren unconsciously stepped forward. "Are those...?" "Military reconnaissance-strike drones," Ivy answered before he could finish speaking. A grin spread across her face.

Drones stutter in the air, their payloads destabilizing. Kieran glances at her, jaw tight. “You’re burning too hot.” “I can handle it,” she replies, voice strained but determined. “For them. For us.” They crest the final ridge. The drone hive sprawls below—a fortified installation pulsing with green energy. Hundreds of drones swarm upward like a dark plague. Rowena’s eyes flash. “Strike teams—go! Sienna, now!”

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

As she was desperate to fill herself up. He barked and roared followed by everyone. The word was spread in the pack that she and his dad planned everything to poison the Alpha, which was luckily taken by Luna to save the Alpha. It added to the love, respect and loyalty towards their Luna. Everyone was anticipating what he had planned. Swift walked to stand at her back. He looked at the throne for one more time as in asking for permission. Alpha Michael, Luna Jane and Alpha Blaze. They all subtly nodded their heads. And in a blink her head was chopped off, tossed in the fire. Followed by her father, who witnessed it with eyes wide open.

And every drone began to move. The street erupted into motion. Dozens of drones surged forward—some wheeled, others hovering low to the ground, their mechanical arms twitching like predators scenting blood. The air filled with the whir of servos and the faint digital clicks of synchronized targeting systems. “Move!” Damian shouted. Eli darted after him as Damian fired two more rounds. Sparks exploded from the lead drone, but the machine didn’t slow. The bullet tore through its shell, leaving a hole that glowed with pulsing red circuitry before sealing itself again.

And I stared right at him. “What is this hybrid’s name?” Brock turned to me and said, “Zane Drocco.” Jared and I gasped but I kept my composure. Now I feel a strong headache coming on. I felt my back hit a wall and I closed my eyes, trying to process every bit of information as I put all the pieces together. The hybrids, why Elder Zane is so adamant to find and lock up every last hybrid from all packs, the prophecy and the white dragon.