Murder Drones Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Because I recognized it. Recognized them. Recognized… My pulse stuttered. No. No, that wasn’t… It couldn’t be.. But the movement. The stance. The way he held himself..my chest tightened painfully. Familiar. Too familiar. I staggered back a step. “This isn’t real,” I whispered. But it was. It was. The sound of snapping bones echoed nearby. Another scream. Cut short. My hands shook. This wasn’t war. This wasn’t defense. This was a slaughter.

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 am already a murderer." "Then do not become one again." Rex lowered the gun. Drake laughed. It was a weak sound. "You are weak, cousin. Just like your father." "My father is dead." "So am I. Soon." Rex walked to Drake. Knelt beside him. "Where are the children, Drake?" "What children?" "The ones from the program. The ones Victor created. Where are they?" Drake smiled. Blood on his lips. "You will never find them." "Then you are no use to me."

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.”

Rudy bites my mark and I groan as we call the wind and the remains of the helicopter lifts into the air. With a twist of my hand, I send it cascading into the rock face before us, and it smashes with a roar of falling stone, smashing into a thousand lightning-struck pieces of ignited metal and plastic. Even as the entrance to our hiding place is hidden, closed away irrevocably, I can see the fire taking everything else, including the first drones who do not have much to record other than the smoldering remains of what had once been our way out. “Not enough,” Rudy murmurs, feeling everything through me and our connection. “The drones.”

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

Certainly not the man who had once chosen another woman over me and the secret I carried in my belly. Yet here he was. A dark, glistening trail cut across my pristine white floor, staining everything it touched. The scent of it hit me—copper and something sharper, something synthetic laced with his own Alpha musk. Poison. Slow. Elegant. The kind that doesn’t kill quickly; it makes you watch yourself rot. I followed the trail with my eyes, heels clicking softly, until it ended at his knees. Justin Halderman. The most powerful Alpha in the realm, reduced to this.

“One dose and the bond severs permanently. You’ll watch her die—” I lunge. My claws rake across his chest. The syringe flies from his hand and shatters against the floor. Elias staggers back, blood blooming across his white coat. For the first time, true fear fills his eyes. Rowena and Garrick close in from the sides. Maddox and Ryker guard Sienna and Callum. The facility shakes as more of our wolves flood the corridors. Elias presses his back to the wall, breathing hard. “You can’t stop it. The drones—”

Never have I ever felt the way I was feeling now. “Hello, Sir.” The woman at the other end of the phone kept repeating till the line went dead. I grabbed my keys and drove speedily to the hospital. Even as I drove, I wished that it was a lie. Even as I stared at the bodies of the victims, I wished I was hallucinating. Their bodies were burnt beyond recognition.

" I ran to catch up to Madison as June followed. The mental crisis you just read had been happening to me off and on ever since the team and I defeated Thorne. For those of you who are new, it is probably best if you skim the last book! I know what you’re thinking! who actually reads anymore? But it will make a lot more sense if you do. Trust me! Anyway, we made it to the end of the hallway, and I began to sense the presence of the other hybrids. " Two floors above us! " I said as we ran further into The Faithless base. But then, three bulky The Faithless drones cut off our path and circled us! Each one pulling out massive revolving missile cannons. All rotating and locking on to us individu