Murder Drones Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"If you merge your DNA with the mainframe instead of destroying it, we can rule the Circle together. We can save Leo. We can cure every disease on earth. You just have to let Caleb go. He is a distraction. A remnant of the old world." Outside the simulation, in the real world, a heavy metallic thud shook the mainframe pillar. A massive, armored prototype drone—three times the size of the standard units—had smashed through the security barrier. It grabbed Caleb by the throat, lifting his heavy frame off the ground effortlessly. Caleb slammed his combat knife into the drone’s neck joint, but the blade snapped against the reinforced titanium plating. "Ava..." Caleb choked out, his vision beginn

We lizard-crawl across the bedroom floor, dragging ourselves through the sea of broken glass that used to be the window. The drone adjusts. The red laser dot sweeps across the bed, hunting. TAT-TAT-TAT. The mattress erupts in a cloud of feathers and foam. "Go! Go!" Drakon shoves me into the hallway. We tumble onto the marble floor of the corridor. He kicks the suite door shut. The gunfire stops. The drone can't see us through the heavy oak door. For now. "Clothes," Drakon pants. He’s bleeding from a cut on his shoulder—glass, not a bullet.

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.”

'They're turning on each other,' I whispered, tears stinging my eyes, emotions crashing—betrayal from my own, love for this man beneath me, fear of losing control. Drake thrust up weakly, locked as we were, his face etched with desperation. 'Stay with me, Luna. Don't let it take you.' His plea hit deep, the bond flooding me with his warmth, his scars—those runes—glowing faintly under the fungi light, protecting us both. I rode harder, reverse and relentless, my breasts bouncing, nipples hard peaks in the cool air. Flashbacks blurred: Mira killing my family not just for power, but to hide her own ties, whispers of blood shared in the dark.

and I turned to walk away. ***** The Next Day Drax I woke from my long slumber and I looked at my phone, it was late. I talked to Aidan last night about my dilemma, I had sons and wasn't sure how to proceed but I knew I was going to kill Ryker and Riley. I was glad I was getting to know Carl and Cam but I needed to wrap this up and be back in time for Michelle's Luna ceremony. Ty was clearing house at another pack and I need to finish up here quickly. I went downstairs and headed to the kitchen and there were blood bags along with breakfast that was made for me, I was surprised until Ralph said, "Can we talk," I nodded for him to proceed and he sat down. He apologized for everything and aske

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

The drone’s red light vanished into the night sky, leaving behind a silence so thick it felt like the entire mansion was holding its breath. Ryan Vale stood frozen, his hand still tangled in my cum-soaked hair. Kai Lennox cursed under his breath, grabbing his phone to check for any immediate leaks. Marcus Hale’s face had gone pale beneath his usual composed mask, while Tyler Cross stared at the window like he could will the drone back to smash it. I remained on the couch, naked and drenched in their seed, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The warm, sticky mess on my skin felt heavier now, no longer just a mark of pleasure but a weapon that could destroy everything.

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

What I found, instead, was a beautiful distraction sprawled on her back in the midst of the white sheets, her pants drawn down to her mid-thigh. That seductive sight had brought reminders of the rough moment we shared in the kitchen. The sweet cries of pleasure that bounced past her lips as I took her with beastly gusto, her sweet warm walls hugging my cock with the same desperate desire that burned in my soul. For a moment there, standing in her room last night, my worries of immortal evil had fled my senses. But now, driving in my fastest Audi baby to one of the Draven head offices in the city, the worries had returned triple-fold.

The frantic, scheming she had done for years couldn't save her this time, I pulled my fangs from her neck, as I let her body go, her body landing with a wet thud on the floor like a broken doll, staring blankly at the leaking ceiling. Her mind had completely gone catatonic. The hunt was over. I stood over her. My breathing settled into a steady rhythm as the rain continued to pour through the roof. Waiting for the backlash of the retribution of killing one's mate to hit, bringing my phone out texting Ronan. At an abandoned warehouse track the phone, and the pain from harming your true mate in any way comes, sending me down to my knees.