Murder Drones Episode 9 Novels & Stories

Claire started clearing her throat and opened her mouth to let out her voice. "I didn't do it." Kent was still watching Claire's face while Jimmy started talking. "Really? Then why could there be a coincidence between you and the police case. Explain!" Scolds him and throws a file containing one serial murder case and Claire's account that hacked the federal police at the same time. A photo containing a number relating to the serial killer and each clue found throughout the murder victims also complement each other and form a conclusion. Claire also stuttered through the contents of the file and began to glare at the three man in front of her. She shook her head hard and started to stand fa

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!"

[Seraphine’s POV] Dorian's revelation hung heavily in the air, like a dark cloud casting a shadow over our fragile alliance. The labyrinth, once a silent observer, seemed to absorb the weight of our conversation, its ancient stones echoing with the gravity of his words. "You must understand, Seraphine," Dorian said, his voice laced with a cold detachment that sent a chill down my spine, "those who perished in Silverbrook Haven were but insignificant creatures in the grand scheme of things. Their lives were a small sacrifice for a greater purpose."

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

"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.

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

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...

" Abel cried, rolling down to the ground, as the drones started shooting at him. He stood up and started running towards the opposite direction. Bullets hitting the ground few inches behind his feet. . "Cory why??? How in the fuck am I suppose to avoid drones with 90% shooting accuracy." Abel thought inwardly, sprinting faster and harder, panting harder too. "When last did I run this fast?!" He pointed his gun to the back at the drones, without looking at them. And he shot twice. One of the drones dropped dead to the ground. "Luckily my shooting accuracy is 88%." Abel smirked. "One down, three to go."