Murder Drones X Reader Novels & Stories

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

If you find such topics uncomfortable, please consider carefully before proceeding. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book DOES NOT promote grooming. The story is based on forbidden relationships and taboo bonds. In the fantasy werewolf-dragon world, mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Unfortunately, for Jax and Zara, they are related as uncle and niece. The book deep dives into the romance of a werewolf and a dragon, and the emotional turmoil that arises when fate binds two souls that should never have been connected. It explores love, loyalty, identity, and the painful consequences of destiny’s choices. This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear under

“This is your legacy, mijo. Lead my men. Rule at my side. Or… The mirror cracks, a sharp, spiderwebbing fracture shattering into a thousand black butterflies that swarm Dru. Their razor wings tearing at her flesh. She reaches for me, her hand outstretched. I lunge, but the heat slams me back. Her hollow scream tears through my ribs… *** ******

"The first step is yours. We need your blood to complete the bond." Stella hesitated, the blade’s edge glinting in the dim light. Her heart raced, but the thought of Lucian and his sacrifice in their past lives strengthened her resolve. She pressed the dagger against her palm, wincing as the blade into her skin. Crimson droplets of blood welled up and dripped into the bowl. Xavier took the bowl and added the contents of the silver vial. The liquid shimmered as it mixed with her blood. He began to chant in the ancient tongue.

They won’t be holding me back this time. I’m painting the desert floor with Dragon blood and I’m loving every second of it. I’m running on pure hatred right now. The Dragons have been our hell for years and now I’m going to be the one to pull all of us out. By spilling the contents of Xavier’s body all over this Alliance.

Just then the door opened and an able-bodied man walked in carrying a tray filled with a glass of water and some drugs. “Teasing the poor guy already? I am not surprised.” Xander said walking in further and taking notice of each position, as XD rolled his eyes. “Get out Xander. This doesn’t concern you.” He fired at him. “Well it concerns me, because I was the one who was driving and had hit him, not you. Do you feel pains anywhere?” Xander asked Flynn who shook his head at the moment and just glancing at the both men. “Dude, you are scaring him, he doesn’t know who we are. So, take it down a notch.” XD said as Xander dropped the tray down.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

The gangs went silent, their eyes once locked against each other were now fixed on the hovering machines above them. “8 seconds to comply.” Their stupor was broken, both sides fired on the drones, unleashing a tirade of gunfire on the machines. “7 seconds to comply.” The drones flew higher, dodging bullets and plasma. “6 seconds to comply.” Ymir caught sight of a single bulk in the distance. It was flying above Moreno Avenue. It was a mass of grey metal, shaped like shark of sorts. On its front were two lights, blue and red. They blinked furiously, blinding Ymir for a moment.

I told myself I had seen the spark in his eyes and used it like a tool, and that tools don't consume the person holding them. I didn't know about the obsession. I didn't know about the madness. I didn't know that Veyron Draske didn't just keep power, or territory, or fear. He kept everything he decided was his. Somewhere between sentencing me and kissing me… Veyron decided I belong to him. I just hadn’t realized it yet.

He never expected to be still bonded with both mates. ***** This is just a brief excerpt of what to expect in the next book, The book will follow Drax and his mates as they try to balance love, kids, working together, and a few obstacles along the way and self-doubt. Drax was conflicted about his sexuality for a long time which caused a lot of tension in the beginning. New characters will be introduced, and some familiar favorites from the last book. New villains will arise and test their loyalty and love for each other. Please follow the new drama, some old drama, more killings and power-hungry people who never learn they really can't win, and some sex scenes