Murder Drones Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Dominion taught them new tricks.” The nearest drone shifted, its arm unfolding into a rotating blade that caught the lamplight. “On my mark,” Jun whispered. But before he could speak again, one of the drones lunged. The sound was mechanical and wet at once — the screech of servos, the slap of water as it crossed the flooded floor. Jun fired once, the shot echoing in the confined chamber. The bullet hit the drone’s shoulder, sparking a burst of orange light, but it didn’t fall. It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking.

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

"Do it. End the transition." "Sir, I..." "Do it before I lose the last of my mind!" "He’s begging you, Miller!" Richard held the shield, his arms trembling. "Do you have the spine to end a commander or the sense to save a soldier?" "This isn't saving a soldier! This is watching a nightmare manifest!" "The nightmare is the only thing standing between us and the drones!" Richard’s shield pulsed, absorbing a heavy kinetic slug from the drone line. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking them all off balance. The mercury started to drip, losing cohesion.

She threw her heavy, burning body directly into the path of the drone’s firing line just as the machine unleashed a hail of silver-coated projectiles. Two of the silver darts buried themselves deep into Astrid’s right shoulder, a hiss of white smoke erupting from her flesh as the poison hit her core. She let out a guttural grunt of pure agony, but her momentum didn't stop. With a roaring fury, she slammed her obsidian claws straight into the drone's central processing core, ripping the wires out by the roots and exploding the machine into a shower of sparks. Carmilla spun around, her crimson eyes widening to the absolute edge of her iris as she witnessed the Alpha take a lethal hit meant for

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

I just looked at the man who had siphoned my life to build a city of glass, and I raised the key. The drones screeched, their sensors locking onto my Mercury Lines. Kael didn't look back at them; he only looked at me, his fingers inches from my shoulder. "Run," he whispered, but his eyes were pleading for me to stay. I stepped back into the shadow of the server pillar. "You're too late, Kael. You already deleted me." The first drone cleared the doorway, its red laser-grid sweeping the room, stopping directly on the center of Kael's chest before shifting to mine.

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

The second drone launch was more ambitious. Clara had modified the drone with a larger battery pack and extended-range communication system, allowing it to fly deeper into the valley and stay aloft for longer periods. She had also equipped it with a high-resolution camera that could capture images in near-darkness, essential for the long, grey days of the apocalypse. She launched the drone at dawn, the sky a pale, watery grey that offered little light. The drone rose into the air, its rotors humming, its camera feed appearing on her tablet. She guided it toward the Mill Creek property, her eyes fixed on the thermal imaging.

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven was ours.

The sound was so raw that it made Leo jump back in fear. At the cave’s entrance, Killian flinched. Hearing her scream in pain felt like a punch to the chest. His gold eyes flashed. His inner wolf was snarling, begging him to run to her. But the first drone was already there. It was a black, flying machine with a glowing red eye fixed right on him. “You want her?” Killian yelled. His voice was full of rage. You will have to go through me first! The drone fired a red beam of light. Killian didn't move. He couldn't. If he dodged, the beam would hit the cave and kill everyone inside. He swung the metal crowbar with all his Alpha strength.