Murder Drones Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

The Creators had prepared for energy weapons, but they hadn't prepared for a mountain throwing pieces of itself at them with the force of an asteroid. "Julian! Valerius! Secure the lower bays!" Scarlett’s voice echoed through the mental link. Down in the forest, Julian—now a hulking war-machine of Void-tech—led the cyber-Lycan warriors in a frantic defense against the Creator’s robotic drones that were pouring from the scout-ship’s belly. Valerius moved like a shadow among the machines, his sonic flute shattering their internal processors before they could even aim. "This is poetry!" Valerius laughed over the comms, his red eyes blazing. "The gods are bleeding, and the rats are biting back!"

She held out her hands. The drone drifted around the corner. It was a spider-like machine, black metal legs twitching with servo-assisted precision. A single, glowing red eye scanned the walkway, casting a bloody light on the sludge. It hovered on silent thrusters that displaced the foul air, sending ripples through the muck. It turned toward us. The red eye widened—an aperture dilating in recognition. My stomach dropped. I braced for the siren, for the laser fire. Neoma didn't panic. She didn't blast it. She reached out with the Void.

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

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.

Ethan ripped his hands away from the wheel and drew his silver-plated revolver from his inner holster. Two tactical scout drones rounded the corner of the stone archway, their lenses glowing a cold, analytical crimson. The moment their sensors locked onto Ethan's heat signature, their internal weapon pods opened, preparing to fire high-voltage paralytic darts. Ethan didn't give them the chance. Moving with impossible, fluid precision, he fired three consecutive shots. The heavy lead bullets slammed directly into the optical centers of the drones, shattering their glass lenses and sending sparks flying across the stone floor. The broken machines collapsed into useless heaps of metal, their ge

It feels nice to have feisty enemies, makes your reputation grow. "We did coke, Harley," I say, not ashamed to speak the truth. After losing Bel, I don't give a damn about what the Powers think of me anymore. "We didn't go around begging our enemies for their last name." Her fingers curl to fists. I can literally see her gritting her teeth and know that my words struck a nerve. It is easy to annoy Harley; she is always unguarded. One sexual remark here, one sarcastic comment there and you have yourself a Harley Powers ready to strangle you to death.

His face was buried in the crook of my neck. My eyes went around him. I missed everything about him, even our arguments too. 'Are you alright?' He asked through the bond. 'More than alright,' Someone cleared his throat. Troy growled looking at Ray. He lifted his hand in the air, "There's no such intention but we have a big problem you know... Bad Wolves and a witch to handle. Though, we have killed his army of the dead, " He mocked. "A witch?" I panicked. My eyes darted between them. My heart started beating loudly again.

"I'll go in first. Like it or not, we're going to do what we have to do to take them down." Seven nodded as a low menacing growl erupted from deep within his throat. I could see that he was in the mood for some payback. I peered down the hallway, and several hunters turned with assault rifles in hand, so I gunned them down, trying to spare their lives where I could. Walking down the hallway, I kicked a weapon out of reach of one that was alive as I passed. The man popped up and grabbed my leg, but Seven ripped out his throat and blood splattered over his fur. He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”