Murder Drones Earth Novels & Stories

“The Board is ‘harvesting’ them. One by one, they are being brought back to the facilities. Not to be architects, but to be batteries. Their resonance is being drained to power the new world order Silas spoke of.” Suddenly, the water map began to hiss and boil. A dark, oily shadow spread from the centre of Europe, devouring the violet sparks. “They’re here,” Julian shouted, his tablet erupting in red alerts. “Security breach at the helipad. Multiple high-altitude drones. And Lisa… they’re not Board drones. They’re Swiss military.” “The Board doesn’t need its own army when it owns the state,” Elara said, her violet eyes flashing with a cold, ancient anger.

"Do it. End the transition." "Sir, I..." "Do it before I lose the last of my mind!" "He’s begging you, Miller!" Richard held the shield, his arms trembling. "Do you have the spine to end a commander or the sense to save a soldier?" "This isn't saving a soldier! This is watching a nightmare manifest!" "The nightmare is the only thing standing between us and the drones!" Richard’s shield pulsed, absorbing a heavy kinetic slug from the drone line. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking them all off balance. The mercury started to drip, losing cohesion.

Cindy did not react. She had lost the ability to perceive anything that was told to her and just wanted a way out of this hell that existed on Earth. Alpha continued, “Therefore, I have arrived at a conclusion which is that you shall be executed before your daughter so that if she still has not learned to remain quiet in front of the members of this house, she will learn a good lesson this time to not even dare of taking a stand against me or my peers” Martha’s hand that were struggling to escape the hold of Alpha from her neck suddenly stopped.

He quietly asked. He noticed the Doctor's hands tighten on the steering wheel. Stunned by his reaction, he quickly added, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.” “I don't know where she is. Dead or alive,” His voice barely above a whisper, the Doctor replied. “I'm sorry for asking.” “Things have occured beyond our control. There's nothing we can do but hope for the best,” The Doctor replied, with a mournful look. “Doctor, we have a drone on our trail,” Alpha said.

" 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

"And now that I know basically where we are, I'll take you back so you can rest up and I'll get the guys." She got to her feet and grabbed her pipe, murder prominent in her eyes. "Not on your life. Besides, I don't think that's necessary. Look." She nodded toward the building, and four-wheel-drive trucks and motorcycles pulled up, surrounding the warehouse. Xander and Elias climbed out of the lead truck and started barking orders. "They found us." A broad smile spread across my face, never so glad to see someone in my life. "Let's go." Bullets started flying toward Xander and Elias, but I held up my hands and yelled, "Duratus!" Immediately, the shots froze in midair and fell to the ground.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

Then, a voice echoed through the chamber—a voice that sent a chill through Damien’s spine. “Did you really think you could end it?” The voice was cold, mechanical. Familiar. Monroe’s voice. A blinding light flared from the central console, and the ground beneath them cracked open. Figures—humanoid drones—emerged from hidden compartments in the walls. They were like ghosts, their faces hidden behind helmets, their bodies covered in sleek, black armor. Damien’s heart pounded. “It’s a trap.” Aurora cursed, pulling her weapon free. “We need to move. Now.”

Smoke poured from the engine vents. But then, the Digger's hatch blew open. Not soldiers. Drones. Swarms of spider-like robots poured out of the machine, scuttling over the hull, firing micro-lasers. They were fast, lethal, and designed for tunnel warfare. "Back!" Jack shouted, pulling Catherine behind a pillar as a laser burned a hole in the brick inches from her face. The mutants shrieked as the spiders attacked them. Grog swatted one away with his machete, but another latched onto his leg, its drill whirring.

"Phoenix, the satellites are locked. The High Council isn't just sending a strike team. They're mobilizing the Fear battalion. Drone swarms at twelve o'clock. Ground units breaching the southern pass. This isn't an assessment anymore. It's erasure." The global broadcast static flared violet across the stone walls. Elder Thorne's silver mask appeared, reflecting a cold, clinical madness. I didn't need to hear the words again; the hunt was already absolute. Whirr. The sound hit my teeth before my ears. A high-pitched, mechanical whine. Drones dropped through the aurora-stained clouds like silver vultures. They used silver-mercury mist, a cloud of neurotoxins that turned the snow into a boiling