Murder Drones Absolute Solver Novels & Stories

“Sorry. It’s just—we need a plan. Charging into the dark gets us all killed.” Graham leaned back in his chair, eyes still on the screen. “I’ve got one.” Everyone turned. “Lay it out,” Liam said quickly. “The drone is our eyes in the sky,” Graham began. “I programmed it to detect unusual movement and heat spikes above normal human temperature. If that wolf’s mutated—or cursed like we suspect—it should glow hotter than the average body.” “Confirmed,” Maya said quietly, scrolling through the thermal feed. “It’s massive. At least 9 feet on hind legs. And fast.”

They were a piercing, surgical violet. Rage stood in the nursery doorway, his submachine gun raised. "Stay behind the pods, Sabi. Do not move until that line is open." The first drone rounded the corner, its high-speed oscillating blade extended—a tool meant for buffing marble, now a weapon meant for shredding flesh. Rage fired a short, controlled burst. The drone exploded in a shower of sparks and hydraulic fluid, but three more took its place. "One minute!" Sabizina screamed. "Rage, he’s using a neural-link relay! He’s not just commanding them; he’s feeling the fight through their sensors!"

Then he hefts the greatsword, plants himself at the VIP entrance, and addresses every guard trying to approach with a single word that rolls from his throat like a rockslide. *Fuck off.* Behind him, Dorian's drone swarm is already airborne. Twelve folding-wing units deployed from the metal case. Stark white searchlights rake wildly across my seat. A single micro-drone breaks formation and hovers right above my nape, its sensor blinking an abnormal red. Dorian stares at the control panel, fingers typing a command. He deletes it. Types again. Deletes it. On the third attempt he enters: *Target locked. Continuous sampling. Set to highest priority.*

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.

It vibrated through the air, low and cold. “What do you want?” he hissed. “To finish what your father started.” Alessio’s pulse hammered. “He’s dead.” “So are you. You just don’t know it yet.” A soft whine filled the air mechanically, sharp. Drones. Alessio looked up, and his stomach dropped. Three of them crawled through the tunnel opening, their red sensors blinking like hungry eyes. He aimed his gun, but before he could shoot, one of them spoke. “Blood sample confirmed. Target: Noa viable.”

Behind him, Elara’s fingers hovered over the EMP-shielded terminal, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For a terrifying moment, nothing emerged from the shadows. Then, a low, mechanical whirring broke the silence. From the darkness rolled a Genesis Island automated sentry drone, its optical sensor glowing a hostile, corrupted purple instead of its standard operational blue. It wasn't patrolling; it was hunting. The drone’s twin micro-machine guns locked instantly onto Dante’s thermal signature. Dante didn't hesitate. He fired twice in rapid succession. The heavy .45 caliber hollow-points shattered the drone's optical array and pierced its battery housing. It sparked viole

The air in the stasis hall shattered. The Sentinel Drones—small, sleek spheres of matte-black metal—didn't move like birds; they moved like angry hornets. They used Omnidirectional Thrusters (engines that can fire in any direction instantly), allowing them to zip and pivot in ways that defied physics. "Behind the pods! Use the lead-glass for cover!" Kazimir roared.

"They offer you a prize. I offer you a choice." The drone's camera panned up, showing the sky above the Sterling Tower. Out of the clouds, the three 'Valkyrie' hunter-killer drones descended, their sleek, black frames materializing as their stealth fields disengaged. They hovered in a silent, menacing trinity over the tower, their railgun turrets silently tracking unseen targets.

Freedom was fifty meters away. WHIRRRRR. From the darkness of the ceiling behind us, three shapes detached themselves. They were sleek, matte-black quadcopters, their rotors spinning with a lethal hum. A grid of red lasers projected from their noses, scanning the tunnel floor. "Targets acquired," a synthesized voice echoed off the walls. "Lethal force authorized." "Go!" I shoved Eliana toward the exit. The lead drone dove, a small machine gun mounted under its chassis spinning up.

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.