Murder Drones Ep 4 Novels & Stories

Most looked calm now, but hundreds still flickered with that dark purple light. “They’re following us,” Toby said, pointing at the drones. The drones weren’t green anymore. They glowed a deep, bloody red. The Keepers had seized control. Maya! Fight them! Julian shouted at the screen. The photo of Maya inside the locket shimmered with silver tears. I'm trying... but the Board—there’s a switch in the basement. If they pull it, the network dies. And so do I. The jet shook as drones blasted the wings with lasers. The pilot yelled, Hold on! and threw the jet into a tight canyon, weaving between the rocks.

Selene scrambled behind a steel crate, tapping into the drone network. “I can jam their signal, but we’ve got thirty seconds max!” Alma pulled a micro EMP disc from her belt and flung it at the ceiling. The explosion was blinding. And then silence. The drones collapsed. So did Valeria. Alma walked to her fallen sister’s side. “You’re not him. You can still walk away.” Valeria stared at her, dazed. “I don’t want to walk away,” she whispered. “I want to finish what he started.”

he agreed. I smiled faintly. "Good." The moment we walked in, the room went quiet. Dreyden sat on one couch, Drayton sprawled beside him, and Dreylen sat across from them, eyes on his phone. All three looked up at once. Drayton leaned toward Dreyden and dropped his voice... badly. "Why does she look like she wants to kill someone?" "I can hear you," I said. His eyes went wide. He sat up straight. "I wasn't talking about you."

Owen tells them. “Liv kept repeating the phrase 'The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom..' She pondered it for a long while before she turned to me with wide eyes to ask me 'Could he or she be talking about a killer?' Then she held up a hand, like I was going to interrupt her. She said 'Just think about it for a moment.. most serial killers kill because they like it. Right? They get this sick, twisted little thrill from it. Like your brother. So if a 'master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom' could he be saying that a killer is merely a slave to his own sadistic whims? That a man kills because he is drawn to and he can't help himself?' She looked so cute, being so serio

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

Jack said. Sirens roared. Metal groaned. A thin, terrified voice sobbed, “We’re hit, we’re hit,” and then the audio turned to static. He watched the drone-precise pattern of destruction and felt it in his bones—the surgeon’s touch, the time-on-target, the intentionality. “Drones,” Will said, coming to his shoulder, hair wet, shirt half-buttoned, eyes clear. Jack nodded once. “Four.” “Four,” Will echoed.

"That's enough, Yvonne Sommer! You're just stirring up trouble and being difficult at this point! You clearly don't respect my position as your drill instructor at all, Yvonne!" I pointed to Wanda's limp, barely breathing body and shrieked at the top of my lungs, "Have you gone blind, Joseph? Do you not see how Wanda is slipping away here? She's actually going to die if you drag this on any longer!" Ella let out a mocking snicker before yelling, "You think she's just going to die like that, huh? Give me a break! You're quite a team, aren't you? You see, one fakes a medical crisis perfectly, while the other puts on this life-or-death drama! Do you really take us for fools, Yvonne?

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

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.”

But her words struck a chord, stirring a memory I couldn’t quite grasp—something about a late-night conversation with the visitor, months ago, when they’d spoken in riddles about power, about secrets hidden in plain sight. Before I could ask more, a low hum cut through the rain—not a chopper this time, but a drone, its red lights blinking as it hovered above the alley. Scar cursed, raising his rifle, but the drone was fast, darting out of sight before he could fire. A second later, a sharp crack echoed, and the pavement exploded ten feet away, showering us with gravel.