Murder Drones Discord Server Novels & Stories

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

Once the alcohol got to their heads, they started to talk about internet memes. A staff member of the military command showed up at the door. After much hesitation, the staff member saluted the three leaders with respect before approaching Draco for a few hushed words. Draco narrowed his eyes and soon scowled in rage. “Thud!” He slammed his palm on the table and yelled furiously, “Goddamnit, Magnus is just looking for trouble. Trust me when I say I’ll make my men destroy the Viper’s Den in Westeros.” “What happened?”

But when she looked at Callum, something flickered in her expression. Recognition. Sympathy. Maybe both. I stepped back, letting her work. The room buzzed with tension. Julian entered a moment later, stripping his jacket and tossing it aside. “Drones are up. Scramblers active. We’ve got about twelve hours of darkness.” I met his gaze. “Then we use every minute.” He nodded, pulling the drive from his pocket and slotting it into the secure terminal. “I’ll start pulling what I can from the neural bleedover. If the data’s decaying, we may only get one shot.”

POV: Lucan The intercepted message lay on the desk, its edges smudged with dirt and creased from too many hands. The rushed script was almost illegible, but one line stood out: Target confirmed: Drone hub. Strike imminent. Coordinates set. Those simple words carried a weight that settled heavily in my chest. I leaned back, staring at the paper as if it could somehow explain itself. The drone hub wasn’t merely a critical piece of infrastructure—it was a symbol of control, the linchpin holding together the fragile balance between humans and wolves. Its loss would do more than shift the tactical balance; it would ignite hope among the rebels. And hope was dangerous.

The chamber erupted into chaos. Sparks showered from ruptured conduits, casting flares of blue and red across the stone walls as metal clashed with willpower. The Aetheris drones moved with terrifying efficiency—each strike calculated, each motion a product of cold programming and flawless design. They weren’t built to hesitate. They weren’t built to lose. But neither was Damien. “Hold the left flank!” Damien shouted, ducking behind a fallen support column as plasma fire grazed the wall behind him. He turned, fired two clean shots, and dropped a drone mid-lunge. “Aurora—status?”

It's been two weeks since my near-death experience with Drako, yet I still had nightmares of my ordeal. This was my first official council meeting and the atmosphere in the room was tense. The men all wore grim faces as we deliberated on a problem that had arisen in the borders. A recent surge in violent deaths of werewolves across the borders has been causing havoc in the realm, and we were aware of who was responsible for these deaths—they had all died from the same poison that almost killed Ryder.

The roar of the Southern Council’s "Reaper" drones drowned out the wind. High-intensity floodlights cut through the shattered windows of the manor, turning the dusty foyer into a strobe-lit nightmare. "They’re using thermal dampeners," Victor shouted over the noise, pulling a compact, high-frequency pulse-emitter from his belt. "They aren't here to negotiate, Draven. They’re here to harvest."

Dozens of stealth aircraft descending silently from the storm. Victor whispered in disbelief, “That’s impossible” Marcus stared upward. “Those are military strike drones.” Aurora’s voice was calm. “My father had allies.” Helena Voss looked up slowly. For the first time that night Her expression changed. Aurora’s eyes burned with cold fire. “You brought three armies.” She pointed toward the sky. “I brought the war.” And then The drones opened fire.