Murder Drones Earth Novels & Stories

"The dampeners were an attempt to silence the heartbeat of the world. We have disabled them, not as an act of war, but as an act of survival. We are not your enemies. We are your future. If you feel the ground humming beneath your feet, do not be afraid. It is the Earth saying hello. It is the end of the harvest and the beginning of life." ​The drone suddenly lurched, its internal circuits fried by the sheer volume of the resonance I was pouring into the broadcast. It spun out of control and crashed into the stone edge of the fountain, the silver light in its lens fading into a dull grey. The feed was cut, but the work was done. The image of the Eighth Peak was burned into the collective mem

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

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.

The ice groaned as massive shards rose up like jagged teeth, forming a crescent-shaped barrier around the trembling survivors. The first wave of drones arrived with a scream of jet turbines. They circled like vultures, their undersides glowing red from kinetic repeaters. "INCOMING!" Sarah screamed, diving behind a slab of carbon-fiber. The ice-shelf erupted, sending frozen shrapnel flying as the drones opened fire. The "Erasers" weren't just shooting bullets; they fired incendiary rounds meant to melt the glacier and drown the survivors in freezing water. Kael didn't hide. He moved with a predator's grace, faster than a human should be able to move. The "Origin" energy absorbed from his fath

They were lost in the forest and the signs were nowhere to be found until they found an enormous pit containing disgusting dead bodies. Blair vomited and Trestan pulled her away from the pit. The pit is where the organization dumped dead bodies they used for experimentation. "There they are!" One of the hunters found them. Trestan pulled Blair to run away from those hunters. +++ Zyrille is in-duty that night and it is not that busy in the hospital. She just had to make her rounds then went home. "Dr. De Vega! Dr. De Vega!" Dylan called her. "Hey, Dylan! You're here again." She smiled at him and tapped his head.

It disgusted Aeon to no end. Aeon let out a small breath to steady herself as she lined each pistol up with the small gap between the metal on the heads of each Tech K9. It's a small spot on the temples of any Tech K9 breed. The only other vulnerable spots on the Tech K9s were their eyes as those were still organic, but they were covered by visors. The Scouts head ducked down, but the Hunter kept his head up. The opertunity to take both out at the same time left, however, Aeon decided to take the shot anyway. The Hunter is large and easily was the more dangerous one. She fired one shot into its skull, watching as it whent dropped like a stone, blood pooling around its head.

They are called Flower Skulls. “Flower Skull…,” I muttered thoughtfully. "Leo?" called Frey looking at me who was silent. I immediately shook my head. Everything that comes to my mind is not necessarily true. I went back to talking about the Flower Skull with Frey. The organization operates in secret. They play an important role in society to eradicate the dangers caused by mystical creatures. "So, besides vampires, there are other creatures?" I asked.

Boom! The first wave of drones was wiped out midair. But as they fell, their payloads detonated. Boom! Explosions ripped along the island's outer edge. It was a suicide assault. "I'm Hayz! Executing lethal strike protocol!" Linked to the AI butler, Hayz, wave after wave of drones hurled themselves forward, detonating one after another. When one was blown apart, the next surged in, exploiting every gap. The bombardment pushed forward relentlessly, crashing into their missile defense systems.