Murder Drones Earth Novels & Stories

I tried to stand, but my legs were lead. "Now, now, Lyra," Julian’s voice purred. "Let’s talk about the 'Ex-Wife' clause. You found the photo, didn't you? My first success. My son. You wondered why you’d never met him? It’s because he’s currently piloting the very drones that are hovering over your head." I looked up, my vision clearing as the Sovereign fire in my blood fought back against the blue corruption. High above, a fleet of drones moved in perfect synchronization. They weren't being flown by computers; the movement was too organic, too much like a pack hunting.

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

Her voice is a dry, useless rasp. Elias doesn’t even look at her. He’s staring at those screens like a god tracking a storm he created. “Variant Seven,” he murmurs. “Your mother’s final architecture… perfected. Airborne now. Elegant. Efficient.” He pinches the tablet, zooming in on a forest feed. A pale, greasy mist pours from the underbelly of the drones—thin, almost invisible as it drifts on the wind like dust pretending to be harmless. “It doesn’t kill them quickly,” Elias continues, his tone dripping with an unholy sort of pride. “That would be crude. It rewrites them from the marrow out.”

'Look with this. He obeyed, accepted the binocular. Only then did he understood what Edward meant. The drones continued to move, displaying smiley emoticons out of sync with their movements as they were now creeping up on some of the already frightened guards. Around them, there was a thin haze of smoke evaporating from the body of the drone—not clearly visible, spreading to all corners. 'When they have destroyed the drone, the gas inside them became active. Ah, besides, the nerve gas I use is environmentally friendly. They work like poison, but without an antidote. So they will die for a very long time without being able to move their limbs.'

She needs me. *Maaaate! Mate! Mine, mine! She needs us,* Mick growls, as he pushes through me, shredding my clothes. When we’re on four legs there are screams and the sound of people moving all over. Travis fully understands that the humans have tranquilizer darts for situations like this, but Mick doesn’t give a shit.

The drones had been stored in a climate-controlled compartment in the bunker's armory, their sleek carbon-fiber bodies gleaming under the dim lights. Clara had purchased them months ago, anticipating the need for aerial surveillance in a world where satellites would eventually fail and ground-based cameras would be limited by terrain and weather. She had chosen military-grade models, equipped with thermal imaging, high-definition cameras, and long-range communication systems. They were her eyes in the sky, and she intended to use them.

"The Worldseed's here. The Rootmother hid it where the Silence wouldn't dare look." "Why?" I ask. "Because the Hive Queen *eats* gods," he says. A drone streaks overhead-a humanoid creature with moth wings and a face of overlapping fangs. The Hunter readies his gun. "Then we'd better move fast." --- **The Hive's Lullaby** The citadel's gates are rib bones, the walls pulsing like a heartbeat. Inside, the air vibrates with a hypnotic drone. Drones crawl over mounds of decaying flesh, their jaws dripping enzymes that dissolve bone.

"They want the frequency." He looked at Hope, then at his team. The Continuity’s "Phase Two" was likely already in motion. In some bunker in a forgotten city, the "One Who Remains" was probably authorized a "Biological Reset." But as Julian reached for the mic, he saw a shadow move across the sun. It wasn't a ship. It was a fleet of white, wingless drones—thousands of them, darkening the sky like a swarm of locusts. They weren't firing. They were dropping something.

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.