Novelas y relatos de Murder Drones Episode 9

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.

But one drone slipped past. It was fast. It ignored the kids. It zoomed straight for the tent where Serenity lay unconscious. "NO!" Jackson didn't have time to pump his shotgun. He dropped the gun and grabbed the flying metal squid with his bare hands. The drone’s tentacles wrapped around his arm, slicing through his shirt and skin. Blood sprayed. Jackson didn't let go. He roared, his eyes burning with fury. He slammed the drone against the concrete pillar. SMASH. The drone twitched. Jackson hit it again. And again. Until it was nothing but scrap metal and wires.

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.

He scrambled to the central console, his fingers flying. I held the drones at bay, but I could feel the Ouroboros fighting back, trying to reclaim its children. The strain was immense. A trickle of blood ran from my nose. >THREE MINUTES. “Almost… got it…” Jeff muttered. One of the drones twitched, breaking free from my hold. It swiveled, its weapon aimed not at Jeff, but at me. Time seemed to slow. I saw Jeff look up from the console, see the drone, see the threat to me—to us. His face contorted in panic.

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v

I was once the Pythia, an oracle of Apollo. After marrying the late king, I became known as the Oracle Priestess. When my husband died in battle, I faked my death and returned to the temple. From then on, I devoted myself to protecting the capital with the gods' blessing. Then one day, they brought my daughter's body into the temple. She was covered in raw, unhealed wounds, and her eyes were still open. The attendants tossed her body, wrapped in nothing but a straw mat, onto the floor. Then they stood nearby whispering. "Poor princess. The king cared more about the Rose of Highcourt than his own sister. He let her suffer until her wounds became infected and she died in agony. "King Theron wa

It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort to gather crucial information before retreating. The energy pulses, unleashed by the drone, caused the vortex to writhe in response. A wave of raw psychic energy slammed against them, momentarily overwhelming the drone's shielding. Anya, flooded with fragmented images of consumed worlds and insatiable hunger, glimpsed the true horror of the entity. Then, with a surge of willpower, they activated the drone's self-destruct sequence. A blinding flash engulfed the area,momentarily pushing back the darkness. In that fleeting moment, they managed to transmit a data packet containing their horrifying discovery.

The bullet struck the sensor, sending sparks flying as the drone wobbled in midair. “It’s not enough!” Alex shouted, grabbing his rifle. Together, he and Maya fired at the drone, their combined shots finally disabling it. The machine spiraled out of control, exploding in a burst of fire. --- Narrow Escape The SUV skidded to a stop near the edge of the ravine, the forest eerily silent now that the drones had been taken down. “We did it,” Maya said, her voice trembling as she lowered the pistol. “For now,” Alex said, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. “But they’ll send more.”

“We need to move. Now.” Elias stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. “We’ll fight. We won’t let this end here.” The drones advanced, their movements precise and deadly. Null fired first, sending a series of EMP pulses into the oncoming swarm. The drones faltered for a moment before recovering, their systems adapting rapidly. “We’re outnumbered,” Damien said, his voice tight. “But we can’t back down. We fight until the end.” They charged, weapons drawn, the sound of gunfire echoing through the chamber as the battle for the heart of Aetheris began.