Murder Drones Earth Novels & Stories

The sky turned a bruising, angry purple. "UNAUTHORIZED ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR NINE. AUDIT-Z IS NON-COMPLIANT. REALLOCATION INITIATED." Four drones, larger and more aggressive than the botanical weavers, descended from the canopy. Their "limbs" were tipped with the same ivory needles that had almost uploaded Mia. "Stay behind me!" Xander roared. He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the grid.

Damien Rourke’s face appeared—recorded, but recent. “If you’re seeing this, congratulations. You’ve found my legacy,” he said. “But you’re too late. These drones are linked to independent AI nuclei. No command center. No kill switch. Each unit can make decisions, assess targets, and rewrite its mission on the fly.” He smiled cruelly. “This isn’t about power anymore. It’s about inevitability. You killed the Accord. But you can’t kill what comes after.” The screen faded. Natalie stared at the drones. “How long until deployment?”

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

“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.

Remember David is a good hacker, the brain of a real hacker. So immediately bury your hopes, Jeslyn. Because your parents will never find you until Adam himself brought you to them. TBC. TBC.

Appearing all over, some in cities, some in the counties, and a few even in the middle of the ocean, they move fast and within only a few months, entire nations are reduced to nothing more than burning trash. The chimeras' invasion was fierce. With their spacecraft and advanced weapons, no military in the world stood a chance. Hardly any rest or supply, soldiers were slaughtered like pigs, and very soon, the air itself became a weapon. The chimeras' spacecraft leaking some sort of poison into the air, the people and even the animals that breathe it in were horribly mutated, turning into monsters that attack anything and everything they see. What few of us survived both the invasion and the p

He dutifully answered. "What is her ability?" She questioned, curiosity eating her throat. " All members of her clan possess two lives.They will die once, and come back to life, to die an ultimate time. Often they were used as human shields, in the past, or sent on perilous missions. " Raïna gaped back at Quevelerin. That tiny woman, who was only wearing a white straight dress that didn't accentuate her in the least, with her small delicate fingers and scared face had died? Yet, she appeared in good shape.

He said as Emma got down covering the back of her head. Just when Hunter was about to speed down the car. He noticed one of the guys throwing spike strips on the road making Hunter growl. Before any of those guys could reach the car Hunter stepped out. "Don't come out, Mom, and call Draken," Hunter rumbled as he slammed the door shut locking the car. He got on the car's roof in two long strides and aimed his gun at the f*ckers coming his way. Hunter was able to kill a few of them but they were too many.

Three drones swiveled toward her, their laser lenses humming as they charged for a lethal burst. Elara didn't flinch. She reached out her hand toward the nearest drone. She didn't think of it as a machine; she thought of it as a part of the Heart. She felt the Electromagnetic Spectrum (the range of all types of radiation, including the signals that control the drones) like a guitar string. She plucked it. “Shutdown,” she commanded. The three drones didn't just stop; they collapsed. Their power cores flickered and died, and they fell to the floor with a hollow metallic clatter.

"Sir, are you still trying to withhold the truth from us, even at a time like this? Your son's already dead! The only reason he can still move is because of the cybernetic systems operating inside his body! "If you continue hiding the truth, not only will your younger son remain untreated, but you may also face criminal liability yourself!" Dad panicked. He immediately tried to force open the diagnostic room and take me away. "We're done with the tests. I'm taking him home. I'll figure out another way for the transfusion." Just as he dragged me toward the hospital exit, two stern voices rang out simultaneously. "Stop right there!" Two uniformed police officers strode into the lobby and flash