Murder Drones Earth Novels & Stories

"If we die no one knows where the secret bunkers are Julian look out" A group of Harvester Drones dove from the clouds. They were not from the Board. They belonged to the Eye. They did not fire bullets. They fired needles of purple light. The needles turned everything they hit into dust. Julian pushed the engines to the limit. The flyer screamed as it tore through the air. It moved between the buildings. "Maya help me" Julian cried out. The black bird on Julian’s shoulder flew off. It hit the window. It grew into a glowing blue shield. The purple needles bounced off the code.

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.

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.

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

I was trying to turn the Earth into a ghost—a world that the Source would see as empty rock. But as I began the weave, the first drones arrived. They didn't come in ships. they were biological shards—splinters of the Source that looked like jagged glass and liquid shadow. They fell through the atmosphere like meteorites, ignoring the heat of reentry. They were seeking the beacon. They were seeking Leo. Outside the bunker, the world turned into a nightmare of sound.

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven

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.

The day as dazzling as ever. Diamonds falling from the sky, splintering the white sunlight in a hundred shades. The white star cool as ever, flooding the streets with its bright white light. Kane wondered why the word sunlight stuck to this star. It was not the sun. Nor could it ever be. From what he had learnt in history, sun was a young star for the planet Earth from where the earthlings hailed. It didn’t matter. At-least not to him. He had accepted all things earth. The magnetic roads, the concrete dome houses, clothes, the internet. Even their school of thought, Socrates and Plato and the lot. They, the aliens on their own planet, were few in number and the ones left were mostly half-blo

“She may be calling, baby. But she doesn’t get to touch you. Not today. Not ever.” Julian nodded, but his small hand twitched as though resisting an invisible pull. First Contact As the vessel closed in, a swarm of automated drones erupted from the Mother ship. Sleek, black machines, each the size of a car, cut through the waves like predators. Their sensors glowed red, scanning for heat, movement, and neural signatures. Mia cursed. “Drones are targeting Julian’s neural signature! He’s the key!” Damian barked orders. “Evasive maneuvers! Cole, lay suppressive fire on their sensors! Mia, hack the drones! Sienna, hold Julian tight and stay down!”