Murder Drones Characters Names Novels & Stories

Ayesha’s instincts screamed trap. And she was right. Halfway down the first corridor— The walls hissed open. Armed drones activated, targeting them instantly. “DOWN!” Adrian yelled, shoving Ayesha aside as the drones opened fire. The air filled with the whir of mechanical wings and the sharp crack of bullets. Leena rolled into cover, firing two precise shots. The first drone exploded, crashing to the ground in a tangle of sparks. But there were dozens more. Zayn cursed, pulling a small EMP grenade from his vest.

They hit the ground, the impact jarring their bones, and rolled into the shadows of an alleyway. "It's following us," Chalida whispered, pointing to the sky. A drone, larger than the others, hovered silently above the city, its singular, massive eye scanning the streets for their signatures. "It knows," Pim said. "Knows what?" "That we're the only ones who can kill it." The drone’s beam swept the alley, passing inches from their heads. They huddled in the darkness, the sound of the city’s collapse—the silence of the power grids and the distant roar of panic—growing louder by the second.

If he couldn't hide, he’d be chaos. The heavy sliding doors at the end of the hall hissed open. Four drones hovered into view, their sensor-dromes rotating in perfect, lock-step harmony. Behind them, a security detail of human proxies moved in an eerie, fluid lockstep. They were extensions of the Hive, puppets for an ancient hunger. "Found you, Randy," the central proxy spoke, its head tilting at a neck-breaking angle. The voice was distorted—Anji’s face, Sarah’s pitch, Arga’s cadence, all garbled into one mockery.

It is searching for a heart that shouldn't exist in this city’s register. "Don't move," I say. My voice is flat. "The drone is slaved to the Citadel’s heartbeat. If yours spikes, it fires." Silas blinks. His cybernetic gray eyes flicker. He doesn't remember the drones. He doesn't remember the girl he once guarded in the basement. He only knows that the doors are red and the world is screaming. "Subject identified," the drone’s speaker drones. It is a hollow, synthesized voice that lacks any human inflection. "Unregistered variable detected in Sector One. Initiate extraction."

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done. The rain started drumming heavily against the dark windows

Without thinking, Alma lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the figure’s shoulder, but no blood came out. The figure laughed. Sparks flew. “Damn,” Ezra breathed. “It’s not a person. It’s a drone.” The drone stepped forward, metal exposed under the skin. “Time to burn, bride and groom,” it growled. Ezra tackled it, smashing its head into the wall while Alma sprinted down the hall. As she reached the villa’s stairwell, another drone blocked her path. But this one spoke her name. “Alma Sapphire Deacon. Subject 02. Welcome home.”

I suddenly feel cold hands reach out from behind me and pull me violently back. I shoot up startled as fear runs through my body. I quickly look around me and realize I'm back in my room. I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. It's been two weeks since I've moved into the Draven manor in the town of Draphend and each night is as sleepless as the one before. I was hired by Mr. Draven to be a live-in sitter for his youngest child, a 7 year old girl named Lorie. She's a relatively sweet and calm child. Very mature for her age but she often clings to me. She speaks often of her brother's Nicolae and Victor, neither of whom I have yet to meet. The same day I was hired Mr. Draven had t

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v

Dhruv’s Pov While I was in my office today, I decided to drink wine to clear my mind of the thoughts that had been bothering me since yesterday after we explained our suspicions about the fake death of Ranie, my old partner when I was still a cop and also my girlfriend, and our connection to Nyx, the legendary assassin who only kills people without hesitation. The fact that they perished at the same time and night, as well as the fact that they both died in a fire, is another reason why we feel their deaths are related.