Murder Drones Background Novels & Stories

"If we stay in the dark and the cold just to keep your 'Static' alive, what then? Do you have a plan to keep us fed through February, Julian Thorne? Or are you just another man playing with lives because he hates his mother?" The question was a physical blow. Julian looked at the silent radio tower, then at the frozen sea. He didn't have a plan for February. He had a plan for the soul, but he was failing the stomach. A shadow passed over the harbor again. The drones weren't dropping canisters anymore. They were descending. Thousands of them, landing on the rooftops, the docks, and the silo. They didn't fire. They simply sat there, their red "recording" lights blinking in unison.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

The ice groaned as massive shards rose up like jagged teeth, forming a crescent-shaped barrier around the trembling survivors. The first wave of drones arrived with a scream of jet turbines. They circled like vultures, their undersides glowing red from kinetic repeaters. "INCOMING!" Sarah screamed, diving behind a slab of carbon-fiber. The ice-shelf erupted, sending frozen shrapnel flying as the drones opened fire. The "Erasers" weren't just shooting bullets; they fired incendiary rounds meant to melt the glacier and drown the survivors in freezing water. Kael didn't hide. He moved with a predator's grace, faster than a human should be able to move. The "Origin" energy absorbed from his fath

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

A desperate cry only my blood could hear. I poured all my despair, my pain, my regret into it, and sent it to my brother, thousands of miles away. "Lucian... save me..." After sending the call, I finally let go. I don't know how much time passed, but a deafening roar woke me up. The entire hospital was shaking. "What is that?" the healer cried, staring out the window in terror. A dozen black helicopters sliced through the sky. Each one bore the sigil of a snarling wolf's head against a silver crescent moon. The mark of the Alpha King.

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. .