Uzi From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

I ripped my kinetic pistol from the halter, exactly on the round, metallic body of the drone and pressed off. The projectile smashed the already torn glass, hit the drone exactly in Center and ripped them into pieces. A swell of bluish, smelling of ozone Liquid sprayed into the cabin and sworn the dashboard. The speed cried through the big hole in the pane and whipped my ashes into Face. “Next, Jada!” Kael’s voice reconciled from above. He had the last drone of Roof torn and the crater she had left with a piece of scrap blocked. I pushed the gas pedal through to the stop.

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

She collapsed forward, burying her face in the dark green fabric of Mwajuma’s uniform, her fingers digging desperately into Mwajuma’s chest. "I'm sorry," Zuri sobbed, her voice a ragged, broken gasp. "I'm so sorry, Mwajey. I didn't... I couldn't stop myself." Mwajuma stood frozen for a second, her hands hovering over Zuri’s back. Her Battle IQ was screaming at her. You saw her face. She was smiling. She liked it. "You smiled," Mwajuma said, the words heavy and careful, like stones dropped into a quiet pool. "When you were hurting it... before you killed it. Zuri, I saw you smile."

Then one of his men stepped in,face pale, jaw clenched, blood still drying on his collar. “We found something,” he said. Milo didn’t look up. “What?” “Our drone caught footage from the upper floors. After the assault. Zoya’s father wasn’t acting alone.” That made Milo pause. Finally, he turned. “Who?” he asked, flat and sharp. The man swallowed, like the words themselves burned. “A woman. Elegantly dressed. Not listed in any of our archives. Not mercenary. Not mafia. Off-grid. Untraceable.”

“Enhancements. The doctor gave him muscle enhancing drugs and he has been taking them religiously. Drake should be very careful. Eric is so strong, a bull inside a china shop.” “Lazarus, we have come to kill you, just the same way you tried to kill my mate and failed, just the same way you send assassins to kill me, today I bring the war to your doorstep.” Drake goes on. “Wait Drake. Before you kill me let me handle Andrew Waters, the man who killed so many of my warriors. I must executive the death sentence we have on him right now. As for your Luna, she will still die even if we die here. We have someone out there, an expert, who is going to kill her when she drops her guard.” Lazarus says

“This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill, and we are under attack!” “Finally!” Kylo hums as he reaches behind his back, producing what looks to be a gun, and he aims it at Zion. “NO!!!” I cry out when he pulls the trigger, and the gun releases a tranquilizer that punctures the side of Zions' neck. Zion stumbles, collapsing to his knees as his gaze locks with mine. A look of intense fear and impending danger shines brightly in his eyes, and the overwhelming panic I was feeling moments ago starts to consume me with its terrifying presence.

Zuck got off the bed and I saw him pull something inside his waistband, I can't help but swallow my saliva when I saw the gun he was holding. "W-What are you going to do, dude?" Uno asked anxiously but Zuck just smiled sweetly at him. "Shoot him, Ashton," Zuck said suddenly and handed me the gun he was holding, my hand was slightly trembling as I reached the gun. "N-No! You won't do that, Ashton." Uno said as he tried his best to get the handcuffs out of his hands. "Why not?" I ask him. "Because if you kill me now, your twin brother won't see the sun rising again," Uno replied causing me to suddenly froze and my grip on the gun tightened.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

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.”

“I’ll fight with or without it.” I exhaled. “You’re insane.” He smirked. “You know me.” A cold voice sliced through the tension. “Well, well… looks like the rats have been hiding here all along.” We turned toward the door. A figure stood in the entrance, his presence sending a chill down my spine. Drake’s entire body went rigid. “Zane,” he growled, spitting the name like venom. Drake’s cousin. The son of the man who slaughtered the dragons. With help Vampire King Zoro.