Murder Drones Absolute End Novels & Stories

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

Adrian hissed into his dead comms, "you lying bastard, you gave them our exact position, didn't you?" The silence from his earpiece was the only answer he needed. The red laser lock settled firmly on his chest, then moved to Victor’s. The end was no longer a question; it was a countdown. And as the whine of the drone’s cannon reached a crescendo, Adrian realized that for all his strength, for all his enhancements, he was still just a man trapped in a world that wanted him deleted. He didn't run. He grabbed Victor’s hand, squeezed it tight, and stared directly into the drone’s unblinking, mechanical eye.

“Because the world is ending. And I need you to tell me why it’s worth saving.” Ava’s heart broke at the simplicity of it. But before she could answer, the walls shuddered again this time from outside. A distant boom echoed through the mountains. Morgan grabbed her scanner. “Drones. Hundreds of them. They found us.” Liam’s instincts kicked in. He drew his weapon and looked at the projection. “Can you stop them?” The child tilted its head again, as if considering. Then its form flickered, shifting from gold to blue, then back. “I will try.”

"King Killian: the Mother System has breached the sanctuary’s firewall! It has taken control of the external defense turrets and the automated maintenance drones! You are being targeted!" Through the viewport: I saw the sanctuary’s defensive arrays swivel toward the diving bell. Hundreds of metallic: multi legged drones detached from the tether cables: their red optical sensors glowing like malevolent eyes in the dark. They didn't move like animals; they moved with the jerky: mechanical precision of the Silent Ones: their thrusters creating erratic: bubbles of cavitation in the water. "Leo: Toby: now!" Killian commanded through the pack link: his voice a roar of authority that bypassed the d

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’

'Look with this. He obeyed, accepted the binocular. Only then did he understood what Edward meant. The drones continued to move, displaying smiley emoticons out of sync with their movements as they were now creeping up on some of the already frightened guards. Around them, there was a thin haze of smoke evaporating from the body of the drone—not clearly visible, spreading to all corners. 'When they have destroyed the drone, the gas inside them became active. Ah, besides, the nerve gas I use is environmentally friendly. They work like poison, but without an antidote. So they will die for a very long time without being able to move their limbs.'

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

the glass refused to break still. "What the fuck??!:" Abel yelled, angrily. "This fool used bullet proof glass. And now its protecting him against the wrong person. While he is laying there in his blood.'' Suddenly he heard some whirling sounds above. "Don't let it be what I'm thinking!" He said to himself, before looking above. He saw four armed drones hovering above him. Suddenly the Green light emitting from the drone changed to red. "Oh no!" Abel cried, rolling down to the ground, as the drones started shooting at him. He stood up and started running towards the opposite direction. Bullets hitting the ground few inches behind his feet. .

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.”