Murder Drones Episode 9 Novels & Stories

Small, armed defense drones dropped from the ceiling, their sensors lighting up as they scanned the room. Daniel raised his weapon. “Finally.” The first drone fired. Everything exploded into motion. Sophia moved first, fast and precise. She fired twice, taking down one drone before it could adjust its aim. Daniel followed, covering the opposite side. “They’re fast!” Victor ducked behind the console as a shot hit the surface near him. “Just give me a minute!” Emma stayed low, still working. “You don’t have a minute!” Lewis pulled Elizabeth down just as a shot passed over them.

They weren't soldiers; they were drones, their minds completely subsumed by the Sovereign’s network. "They’re like me," I whispered, a wave of nausea hitting me. "They're all like me." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of me as the drones began to circle us. "They’re empty. You’re full. Don't let them in, Ruby!" The drones attacked with a terrifying, synchronized speed. Nevan was a whirlwind of violence, his movements a masterclass in lethal defense. He fired with surgical precision, taking out the drones’ legs to disable them without killing—still trying to preserve some shred of the humanity they had lost.

It vibrated through the air, low and cold. “What do you want?” he hissed. “To finish what your father started.” Alessio’s pulse hammered. “He’s dead.” “So are you. You just don’t know it yet.” A soft whine filled the air mechanically, sharp. Drones. Alessio looked up, and his stomach dropped. Three of them crawled through the tunnel opening, their red sensors blinking like hungry eyes. He aimed his gun, but before he could shoot, one of them spoke. “Blood sample confirmed. Target: Noa viable.”

Grace wouldn't send such hateful messages! She hadn't even been told about the funeral because they were afraid she couldn't handle it. She still didn't know Clara had passed away. Clinging to one last hope, Daniel dialed the number. It connected after two rings, but instead of the soft voice he expected to hear, a mocking tone cut through the line. "Clara, you finally answered. I can't believe you still aren't dead after being bitten by that snake. If you're alive, get back here and transfer everything to me! Do as I say, and I won't have Mom and Dad take your kidney!"

I refused to be deterred by Dorian's evasiveness, my pursuit of the truth unyielding. "Dorian," I pressed, my tone unwavering, "I demand clarity regarding your role in the tragedy that befell Silverbrook Haven. There must be a reason, a purpose behind such devastation. Tell me, why did you choose to unleash that virus upon innocent lives?" Dorian's eyes held a tortured expression, as if caught in a battle of conscience. His guarded response further fueled my determination to unearth the hidden depths of his actions. "Seraphine," he replied, his voice measured, "there are truths that I cannot reveal at this juncture. Rest assured, every decision I made was driven by the imperative to combat a

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 was there that I learned to be strong and independent again. When I was about to leave the mountain, Chloe called me. "Stella, I have something important to tell you." Her voice sounded grim. "What is it?" I asked while packing my luggage. "It's about Rowan." Chloe paused. "Beta Damon contacted me." I stopped what I was doing out of shock but quickly pulled myself together. "What happened to him?" "He was seriously wounded by Riley's son with a silver needle that day at the villa." Chloe's voice was trembling. "The silver weapon stabbed somewhere near his heart."

"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.

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.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound cut through the silence. Ren froze. He held up a fist. "Down!" They scrambled into the crater of a bombed-out storefront. Leo shielded Arthur with his body. Ren peeked over the edge of a concrete slab. Hovering at the edge of the fog, just past the Sector 9 fence line, was a Hunter-Killer Drone. Its red eye scanned the darkness. Its rotary cannons were spun up. It moved forward, crossing the invisible line into Sector 0. Whirrrrrr...