Murder Drones Vs Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

Embarassed by Doom's revelation, she pulled her card over me. "Well, what can I do. You are nothing, but a heartless monster who drove my mom crazy and now you are playing victim while my poor mom was killed because of you." This sick bitc*. She is indeed a carbon copy of her mother. I could still remember fresh like yesterday that bloody hell memories with that murderer. I was about to crumple my fist when Doom suddenly held my hand to ease my anger. I masked my uneasiness with a stoic face. "Don't tell me you also came here to kill me," I responded and laughed without humor, "You know like mother, like daughter."

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

Then his eyes widened. “Oh sht! Zoom in! ZOOM IN! It’s Boss Dark! Holy mother of fcking hell! He’s fighting alone! Look at that monster! Dropping enemies like flies! Damn! Sht! A bullet! Is it gonna hit me? Nah, I’m too pretty to die. My babies, don’t worry! I’m still a virgin. It’s hard to kill bad weeds like me! And if I do die, visit me in hell, my honeys! We’ll make it hot down there—heh heh heh! Oh crap! Rifles! They’re firing! Sht—boom! All gone!” Meanwhile, in another corner of the battlefield, Dark gritted his teeth, his gun trained on the backs of two kneeling Mafia bosses.

Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out "Greatest" he hissed While they are fighting back violently Renee could finally move her fingertips Then she moved her hand to place it on her bleeding neck, and sat weakly, staring at her Mate who was being punched by John. She got confused, and then she started seeing everything turn red The trees disappear and the color overwhelms them, Zayn and John disappear in front of them until they are surrounded by a red world only And there was nothing else “Kill him.” A woman whispered from behind her, turning around in fear, taking a few steps back

One commented " She is right guys . I should say this ....our old one might be cruel and arrogant one but he has a that attitude and got his own style in everything . When he comes it's like he is the real ruler of an empire the Khurana empire. " One girl commented with so much of excitement. " I also agree with you. That arrogant and attitude filled face is the something which all girl goes crazy on him. Noe I think I lost my interest in our boss because I can't see him as our same old hotty vampire boss " another commented

He crushed the steel pipe like it was paper. "Predictable," The Warden sneered. He drove his other fist into Sebastian’s helmet. CRACK. The visor splintered. Sebastian tasted blood. The HUD flickered and died. He was fighting blind now. [The Hangar Brawl] Fifty meters away, near the helipad. Harper was dragging her mother toward the waiting helicopter—a heavy-lift transport chopper they had found. "Move! Mom, move!" "Droids!" Dr. Braun screamed, pointing at the shadows. Five combat droids emerged from the mist, red eyes glowing. They raised their machine guns.

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

"Alex, Luca, Marco! What do you guys want? Dante is paying for whatever you pick!" Luca’s eyes instantly lit up like a child on Christmas morning. He nearly dropped two boxes of sandals in his excitement. "Wait, seriously?! Capo, can I get that limited-edition matte-black tactical watch from the fine jewelers downstairs?!" "I want the new custom military-grade drone setup," Alex chimed in without missing a single beat, adjusting his gaming headset with a rare grin. "The one with thermal night-vision tracking and dual encrypted signals." "A high-caliber competition pistol case with leather lining," Marco added, his face remaining stone-cold but his dark eyes glinting with clear hope.

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.