Murder Drones Discord Server Novels & Stories

My chest tightened—Vera needed me. Footsteps—Vera burst in, her emerald eyes bright. “Need help, alpha?” she teased, smirking. I grinned, brushing her arm. “As long as it is coming from you.” Her laugh eased the tension, my wolf purring. She joined me, hacking fast. “Moonveil’s signal,” she said, pointing. I nodded, slashing a drone that buzzed in. Metal crashed, “Good catch,” I panted. The rooftop shook—virus spreading. I growled, fighting another drone. Vera disabled it, sparks flying. “Together!” she yelled.

'Number 0' said with a horrifying smile. "It is time to come home. And if you refuse to go willingly, let your brother here carry you back in coffins." Mavric tried to stand up, blood flowing from his temple. He looked at Liora, then at Leo, who was preparing to attack again. "Liora... use the neutralizer device now!" Mavric shouted. "But that could kill Leo, Max!" "If you don't do it, he will kill you!" Outside the Manor, hundreds of Syndicate drones began to surround the building, firing small missiles at the foundation of the house.

"Alright, stop sulking. The frustrating part is finally over. Next comes the satisfying part, where the hero solves cases and takes his revenge!" When I opened my eyes again, the stench of blood and the searing pain in my body were gone. I found myself standing in front of my apartment door once more, completely unharmed. My hands were reaching for the doorknob when I saw the bursts of live comments again. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

Aaliyah's drones descended into it and died one by one. Not exploded. Died. Their feeds went black with a final image: walls lined with glass cylinders, each filled with dark-gold blood suspended in starlight. Labels appeared on the dead feeds before they vanished. MILLER LINE: CONTAINMENT BRANCH A. MILLER LINE: CONTAINMENT BRANCH B. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, VOLUNTARY SACRIFICE. MILLER LINE: FAILURE, RAGE OVERRIDE. MILLER LINE: SUCCESS, MEMORY REMOVED.

Draaven calls out as he comes to stand at my back. “We have a problem, alpha”. The gamma says. “Speak!!!!”. Draaven commands. When he delivers his next words, cold shiver run down my spine. “A member of the council has been murdered. Lord Rio”.

When the Citadel manor felt that everything was going their way, the Headmaster pulled out one of the Black Order’s newest inventions. With a smirking, cold dominant voice, he spoke on the intercom, “We don’t have any vervain for the vampires, but that doesn’t matter with the use of our new weapon, all of them will kneel.” He declared and soon activated the death drones. The drones flew in every direction. They swarm like flies, hundreds of them looking for a pack of wolves to unleash their deadly silver gas on them.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

"Only three hackers could touch the White Oak server. Two died this morning. Overdose. Their servers burned." Drake paused, his jaw tightening. He didn't look at Dominic. He kept his eyes on the edge of the desk. "The last one is hiding outside the old White Oak site. They'll kill him soon." Avery’s fingers froze over the keyboard. The keys were warm under her fingertips. She pressed down harder, the plastic edge pressing into her skin.