Murder Drones Discord Server Novels & Stories

another one screams before I notice a split but Golden image of myself. “Abort mission!” another shouts. “Shut up, Idiots!” Draco roars but there are already scattered. “On them girls. Show no mercy!” I shout, charging towards Draco. “No…No,” he mumbles while shaking his head. “I can’t lose. I have your mate. I can’t…”

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv

“I’m glad you brought that up, Lord Byron. You won’t just be dodging the drone’s attacks. You have to go up against me while being attacked. I already edited the code so that the drones would only attack you.” “W-wouldn’t that be dangerous? Going up against you will surely take a lot out of our concentration, we are bound to get shot.” I told him. “The drones look like it fires actual bullets and not laser lights.” “They’re paint bullets so don’t worry.” He assured me. “But I have to warn you, they still hurt. The maximum limit of getting shot is 5 times each. If either of you gets eliminated, then you both lose. The drill will last for 15 minutes. Make sure to survive until then so you won’

Adrian roared, but as he reached for Victor, the drone’s light intensified, bathing the entire ridge in a harsh, unforgiving crimson glow. The hum of the drone’s weaponry began to rise—a high-pitched whine that vibrated in Adrian’s teeth, a sound he had heard a hundred times before, always accompanied by the smell of ozone and the taste of death. He looked at the red dot, then at his dying friend, and then at the dark, impossible path toward the village. He knew, with a terrifying clarity, that the Syndicate didn't want the data anymore. They wanted the witnesses erased. "Sebastian," Adrian hissed into his dead comms, "you lying bastard, you gave them our exact position, didn't you?"

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Her mother’s blood splashed on his face and I saw his eyes open wide without any emotion and I knew that day another cold-blooded monster was born. “It is painful to see your parents die in front of you,” Veronica told Olson and Olson looked at her face to face without any tears or fear. “That is what I felt when I saw my dad kill himself in front of me… because of your parents” She added and she pointed the gun to Olson and she whispered with a smile “Your next” I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see her shoot Olson but the door suddenly opens and it is the police. Veronica still shot Olson but luckily she only shot Olson’s back and the police shot her and her boyfriend and at that mo

“If I must say, Andrius Moonshade must die!” A sinister glint flashed in Dominic’s eyes as he said firmly, “Even if we have to pay a price, we must kill him.” Benjamin nodded in agreement. “For killing several elders from the Drakkon Sect, Andrius deserves to die. However, he was rescued by Yvie Murdock. It’ll be hard for us to find an opportunity to strike.” That was the main difficulty in killing Andrius. After all, Septimus, an expert at the Hollow stage, was just a servant of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance.

Dylan's POV: I couldn't believe it, Aurelia was dead. It just didn't make sense. How could someone as vibrant and full of life as her be gone? And to make matters worse, my mom had found someone to impersonate her, poisoning Alpha Dante, who was the real Aurelia's mate. This was all just a cruel scheme to tarnish Aurelia's name and frame her for a crime she didn't commit. Now everyone in our neighboring pack would think she was the culprit.

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.