Murder Drones Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

POV: Mira The once-thrumming heart of Newhaven lay silent, its streets a grim testament to the rebellion’s cost. Enforcer drones—sleek black shells gutted and sparking—littered the ground like broken promises. Tattered banners hung from scorched lampposts, their slogans buried under layers of soot and ash. Shattered buildings leaned against each other like weary survivors, their jagged windows gaping like broken teeth. The air carried the acrid bite of smoke and ash, mingling with the sharp metallic tang of blood. It clung to my skin, my lungs, and my thoughts.

'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.'

“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.

Merlin hums, “Well, I can go do a run at her with Claire. I can mask our presence and take down some people from the inside then slip out again. How many more people can she have? We’ve taken out a lot already.” Eddie nods and pulls up his tablet, then the screen shows a selection of coloured dots, “Connor got the drone up and working; these are the bodies we can see. Red ones are the warm-blooded people, witches etc. And Blue are the vamps, the current total is sitting at a hundred-and-sixty-four that we can see.” Kai nods,

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

She’ll die with the alpha’s hands in no time. “Would you worry about me?” she scoffed. “Would you avenge me if rouges and hunters killed me during the war?” Emily bit her lower lip and restrained herself not to ask more. Drake didn’t speak until they reached her room, and he laid her down slowly in her bed. Emily was observing the alpha’s actions and his facial reaction. He turned his back. “I won’t just avenge and kill those enemies, stray. . .” he said, thoughtfully. “I would probably send them to hell and meet my demon.”

Ivan looked at Jennifer, stepping closer to her step by step. Cold, death suddenly filled the room. Jennifer didn't dare move, just sitting there looking at him like that. Ivan lowered his body and calmly spoke. "It's best if you tell the truth, if I find out you're lying, your life will definitely not be intact." Ivan grabbed the dart on the nightstand, he aimed precisely at the target on the wall. The dart stably pierced the heart. Jennifer was terrified, her face white as she nodded repeatedly. Jennifer, fortunately, escaped death but had to stay here, unable to return home.

Their bullets tore through metal wings, sparks raining like fire. Edda’s voice deepened, distorted, furious. “Ungrateful mortals. I offered salvation. You offer violence.” Liora shouted back, “Your salvation is slavery!” Varian added, “Your peace is death!” Edda screeched. “Then die in chaos.” Every screen lit up with blinding white. The drones dove all at once—like a tidal wave. Varian grabbed Liora, twisting his body over hers as a drone’s blade scorched across his back.

I saw him glaring furiously at her, and with the way he is glaring at her, I’m pretty sure that if I wasn’t standing right here with them, he probably would have strangled her to death. “You screw corpses?” I asked in dismay, trying to wrap my head around these new discoveries. “No, Drake. He doesn’t screw corpses, that’s too disgusting for him. He prefers creating his own corpses, he gets innocent teenagers and drugs them, then he screws them to satisfy his devilish urges!” she added once more, returning his hard gaze with hers. “Yes, Riley!

Seraphina’s voice confirmed it: “Empathy is a virus. You proved that when you left me behind, Scarlett. When you chose your humanity over evolution. But now, I will fix what you broke. Every human heart will beat in code. Controlled. Purified.” The ground beneath them trembled. A hidden door slid open. From the shadows emerged the Vanguard Drone a towering, humanoid machine made of obsidian metal and flashing red cores. It moved with the grace of a predator, not a robot. It didn’t walk it stalked. Damien raised his weapon. “Hostile inbound!” Scarlett turned to the terminal. “I can override it but I need time!” Sebastian and Damien moved as one, unleashing a hail of fire. The bullets sparked