Murder Drones Ep 4 Novels & Stories

It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking. “Alexander!” Ethan barked. “EMP charge — now!” Alexander dropped to one knee, fumbling with the satchel. “I only have one pulse grenade left — it’ll fry every circuit in range, including our lamps!” “Then aim it right,” Mira said. The second drone emerged from the mist — smaller, faster. It darted up the incline, claws scraping against the tunnel wall. Lorren stumbled backward, his lantern crashing into the water and hissing out.

"Hidden like a parasite behind the waterfalls of Mount Meru. A fortress led by a radicalized extremist named Malik. They call themselves the 'New Dawn,' Beatrice. But make no mistake—they don't want coexistence. They don't want to live beside you. They want to replace you. They believe your humanity is an obsolete operating system, and they are the upgrade." Tindo reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black remote. He clicked it, and the massive LED screen behind them flickered to life. The footage was grainy, tinted with the green hue of night-vision surveillance. It was leaked from the Hive’s security servers—likely sold to Tindo by a disgruntled 'Six' employee. It showed Baraka,

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

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.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

"Do it. End the transition." "Sir, I..." "Do it before I lose the last of my mind!" "He’s begging you, Miller!" Richard held the shield, his arms trembling. "Do you have the spine to end a commander or the sense to save a soldier?" "This isn't saving a soldier! This is watching a nightmare manifest!" "The nightmare is the only thing standing between us and the drones!" Richard’s shield pulsed, absorbing a heavy kinetic slug from the drone line. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking them all off balance. The mercury started to drip, losing cohesion.

He was calm, as if he hadn't nearly killed me the day before. Wendy sat up and gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Jess. I had no idea they would go so far. I just said I thought Jackie Chan's movies were cool, and then…" She started tearing up. I gave her no response. Joseph frowned and pulled me aside. "Hey, she already said she's sorry. What more do you want?" Impatience laced his voice. "It was just a prank. Stop looking at us like we owe you something. Fine, I know you sprained something because the drones' batteries died. I'll pay for the meds."

He placed a chip on it, then he opened a smaller part of his backpack and pull out a remote with a small display screen in the middle. “Ok, let's see what's inside”. He said as he taps a button, gradually the drone fly higher as we watch it move into the building through a broken window. Larry's eyes were fixed to the screen, while I stare at the door trying not to look around, the sight of the corpses terrifies me. After what seem like half an hour, the drone finally lands in front of Larry. “All clear, it's safe to go in” Mel pulled the door handle vigorously, she sighed and let go, then she points her gun to it, but Eddy holds her hand before she pulls the trigger.

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.”

"He thought escaping from my room meant escaping alive. He didn't know that leaving my door without my permission was the definition of an endless hunt." On the screen, Valerius jumps onto a roof trying to escape the drone's red light. But the Vanguard did not send werewolf armies or battle generals to the fisticuffs. Four buildings around the alley have been locked. "Micro missiles. Break his left leg," Chloe ordered absolutely. From the screen, two pen-sized missiles shot out from the drone's muzzle. Valerius who was in the air tried to block it with a magic fist, but the missile was designed to delay the explosion until it penetrated the skin.