Murder Drones Background Novels & Stories

'Silence' Sarah had vanished into the rafters, her presence only marked by the occasional flash of a suppressed muzzle or the sudden, silent collapse of a drone. 'Grizzly' Greg was providing heavy cover, his customized munitions turning the warehouse’s rusted machinery into a series of improvised barriers. "Drones are down to forty percent!" Nikolai’s voice crackled over the analog comms. "But these things are self-repairing! It’s like fighting a hive mind!" In the center of the chaos, Kitana Lee stood atop the pile of rusted crates, her porcelain mask reflecting the flickering industrial lights. She watched the battle with a detached, almost bored expression.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

I tried to stand, but my legs were lead. "Now, now, Lyra," Julian’s voice purred. "Let’s talk about the 'Ex-Wife' clause. You found the photo, didn't you? My first success. My son. You wondered why you’d never met him? It’s because he’s currently piloting the very drones that are hovering over your head." I looked up, my vision clearing as the Sovereign fire in my blood fought back against the blue corruption. High above, a fleet of drones moved in perfect synchronization. They weren't being flown by computers; the movement was too organic, too much like a pack hunting.

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

Boom! The first wave of drones was wiped out midair. But as they fell, their payloads detonated. Boom! Explosions ripped along the island's outer edge. It was a suicide assault. "I'm Hayz! Executing lethal strike protocol!" Linked to the AI butler, Hayz, wave after wave of drones hurled themselves forward, detonating one after another. When one was blown apart, the next surged in, exploiting every gap. The bombardment pushed forward relentlessly, crashing into their missile defense systems.

And every drone began to move. The street erupted into motion. Dozens of drones surged forward—some wheeled, others hovering low to the ground, their mechanical arms twitching like predators scenting blood. The air filled with the whir of servos and the faint digital clicks of synchronized targeting systems. “Move!” Damian shouted. Eli darted after him as Damian fired two more rounds. Sparks exploded from the lead drone, but the machine didn’t slow. The bullet tore through its shell, leaving a hole that glowed with pulsing red circuitry before sealing itself again.

The blacksite’s reinforced ceiling began to peel open, slow but unstoppable, each segment sliding back to reveal a shaft of pale morning light. And in that light… shapes. Sleek. Inhuman. Dropping soundlessly into the chamber one by one. Julian’s voice cracked over comms, ragged. “They’re drones no” a sharp inhale “they’re him.” One landed with predator-like grace, knees bending smoothly, its surface rippling in the same oily black as Noa’s eyes. Then another. And another. The sound of their landing was almost too soft, too controlled. They stood in a perfect line, unmoving.

They were silent, lethal, and programmed to kill anything with a biological signature. Sora didn't use his frequency. The sound would alert the surface teams. Instead, he drew his combat knife. He leaped from the pipe, a shadow in the dark. His blade sliced through the first drone’s optic sensor before it could chime. He spun in mid-air, his silver claws extending from his left hand to crush the second drone’s casing into a ball of scrap metal. The third drone swiveled, its internal Gatling gun spinning up. Before it could fire, a massive black hand reached out from the shadows and crushed it flat against the wall. Vardan stepped into the dim light, his eyes glowing gold.

he replied with exasperation. I’d heard of the drones used by the New World Order to keep an eye on the populous from my grandparents, but knew little about them; including what they looked like. The area that I lived in wasn’t considered habitable, so the drones didn’t bother with it. I asked Geo to describe them to me so I could help hold vigil.