Murder Drones Vs Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

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

he muttered, retreating a step, eyes darting away. Melissa's mother saw that being forceful wasn't working and switched to pleading again. Sitting on the floor, she slapped her thigh and wailed. "Oh, Lord. What sin have we committed? Paying hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation will kill us! Lauren, please lend us some money. You bought a drone for 28 thousand dollars. You must be pretty wealthy!" "Security, take them away." I kept my phone, not bothering to spare them another glance. "If they ever set foot in this company again, call the police immediately."

"Fine. But we're going in hot. The Architect has security drones. Fast ones." "I have a hacker," Silas said, looking up at the sky. "Don't I?" As if on cue, a shadow swept over them. A heavy-lift cargo drone, massive and black, descended from the clouds. It hovered above the boat. "Hello, Silas," the Ghost’s voice boomed from a speaker on the drone. "I brought some toys. Look up." The drone lowered a cable. Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

A shimmering force field wrapped around the platform, deflecting a laser blast. "Mia! Kael! You are the offense!" Jackson commanded, firing his pistol at the drones. Kael climbed the railing of the swinging platform. He waited for a drone to swoop close. He jumped. "Kael!" Aurora screamed. Kael caught the drone in mid-air. He ripped out its sensor eye with his combat knife, then kicked off the falling wreckage to launch himself back onto the platform. He landed perfectly. "Show off," Mia scoffed. She threw her electrified baton like a spear. It jammed into the rotor of the second drone. The machine spiraled out of control and smashed into the third one. Both exploded in a fireball.

Kael barked, stumbling as the cold pressure stream hit his back. In that single microsecond of internal hesitation and fractured coordination, the simulated Void-Swarm drones seized the advantage. Four crimson drones flanked Kael from his blind spot, while three more swooped down from above, outmaneuvering Lin's uncoordinated aerial strikes. BOOOM! The hard-light drones detonated their training plasma charges. Kael, Lin, and Nereus were knocked backward onto the basalt floor, their training shields flashing red as the simulation system registered their total squad wipeout.

My focus stays locked on Jesse and the angle of his arm, on the exact moment he’s going to strike. He’s too close now. I reach him just as his arm lifts. My hand slams into his wrist, knocking it off course, but not nearly enough to stop him. These damn heels. I’m not used to fighting in formal wear and I didn’t account for the extra height my shoes are adding. It’s not enough to stop him, I see when he brings the blade back up, still aiming for Rion. But for a brief second, Jesse’s eyes snap to mine, and I see it again—the same war tearing through him. Except now the part of him that wants to kill Rion is winning. He made the choice and he’s going to follow through, even if it costs him his

“Isn’t that every demon's job today?” She smiled again, “Some of the demons just have vendettas and they have waited centuries for a chance to get their revenge,” she explained, “The demons were warned about this war weeks ago. Hex will tell them it’s time, and they know that you are with Damien, a level two, they know that means that they have to protect you.” Her words eased the queasiness in my stomach slightly, but not entirely. There was still a war about to break out. Heaven versus Hell, the kind of thing that only happens in video games was now happening to me.

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.