Murder Drones Discord Server Novels & Stories

I ask, still not looking. “Not well,” he says, voice strained. “But, yeah. I do. They were good kids.” Tears prick at my eyes. What sort of monsters would do such a thing? Come in here and murder innocent people? “Brynn,” I gasp. Brynn’s dorm is on this floor. Like almost everyone else, she must have been sleeping when the Silver Hunters attacked. Did she manage to get away? Is she even still alive? “I need to find Brynn,” I gasp.

I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria. Drones—not our drones, but sleek, black, insect-like machines—swarm through the broken windows. They have lasers. They start firing. "Defensive protocols!" Echo roars, his avatar expanding to shield the crowd. But the black drones tear through his code like paper. "It's a war," Alex yells, grabbing Kai and Emma. "It's an extermination," I realize, watching a drone vaporize a table. The celebration is over. The revolution is over. The invasion has begun.

Both exploded in a fireball. "One left!" Alex pointed. "It's targeting the main winch!" "Dad!" Alex tossed a specialized EMP grenade to Jackson. Jackson caught it. He calculated the wind speed in a split second. He threw the grenade. BOOM. The electromagnetic pulse hit the final drone. It died instantly, falling silent into the abyss below. Floor 100. The Penthouse. The platform reached the top floor. It screeched to a halt outside the panoramic glass windows. Inside, they could see the machine—the Machine God—standing in the center of the room, connected to the final server. And in front of it stood Mr. Chen and the other Genesis board members, celebrating.

Draven spoke of her briefly telling me she was no longer a part of our world and hadn't been for nearly seven years. I don't dare ask any questions now. How do you explain to your employer you see souls and can see his deceased wife's soul hanging about among other things. Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself.

All of it had been only pieces of the true puzzle, the unassembled parts of Killswitch. Was Terminus just another name for Killswitch? I didn't understand. Everything was going wrong. With our forces pinned on the ramps of Frostpoint, Draco was free to use Killswitch indiscriminately. Worse, I knew next to nothing of the weapon's range or capability-was Draco able to wipe our entire militia out in one shot? Trapped or not, I had to warn them. I fumbled with my earpiece, activating the comms. "Hello?" I shouted. "Taewi! Alyx! Kedrick! Can anyone hear me?"

"I will burn every server in the East before I let her turn him into a 'Functional Asset.'" The Strategic Drift The barge captain—a "Broken Asset" named Miller who had lost his family to a corporate purge in '09—approached them. He moved with a "calm, loyal" silence, his face a map of scars and sea salt. "We’re crossing the 'Digital Dead Line' in twenty minutes," Miller grunted, pointing toward a stretch of the New Jersey coastline that was uncharacteristically dark. "Once we hit the marshes, the 'Dragonfly' drones can't find us. The methane from the bogs messes with their thermal sensors. But we have to ditch the truck."

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

The pulse-pistol fired, the violet bolt grazing my shoulder and searing through the silk of my dress, but I didn't stop. I slammed into him, my fist connecting with his jaw. There was no snap of bone—only the sickening crunch of reinforced polymers and sparking wires. He didn't feel pain. He swung a metal-reinforced arm, catching me in the ribs and sending me flying across the chamber. I hit the server rack, the impact knocking the wind out of my lungs as the black diamond at my throat let out a frantic, high-pitched chime. Ping. Ping. Ping. "Zora, the drones!" Mara’s voice screamed from the comms. "They’ve bypassed Dante! They’re in the sub-levels! We can’t hold the door!"

Mother: "Leo, what's wrong? You seem troubled. Of course, come in." Leo stepped into the room, the weight of his discovery weighing heavily upon him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of his concerns. Leo: "Mom, I need to talk to you about something... something I've discovered about Dad." Mother: pauses, a hint of apprehension in her eyes "What is it, Leo?" Leo: takes a deep breath,"I found out that Dad... he's a murderer." Mother: "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Leo. You must be mistaken."

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.