Murder Drones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I tried to stand, but my legs were lead. "Now, now, Lyra," Julian’s voice purred. "Let’s talk about the 'Ex-Wife' clause. You found the photo, didn't you? My first success. My son. You wondered why you’d never met him? It’s because he’s currently piloting the very drones that are hovering over your head." I looked up, my vision clearing as the Sovereign fire in my blood fought back against the blue corruption. High above, a fleet of drones moved in perfect synchronization. They weren't being flown by computers; the movement was too organic, too much like a pack hunting.

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Calm down drone, Drone "You are here because you are in love with a human woman,huh Sebastine "Am just protecting her drone and nothing more, Drone "Protecting my feet, Sebastine "What are you doing too here, Drone "Am claiming his soul,he is my property now", replied drone happily, Sebastine "You are doing nothing, leave him alone? Drone "Are you questioning and commanding me , sebastine, ? surprised Sebastine "No am not,am asking cause we are friends, Drone "We are not friends,and we are never friends even before,

I collapsed at her bedside, clutching her hand: cold, frail, but pulsing. “Mamá,” I whispered, tears dripping onto the blanket. “I’m here. We got him. Victor’s done.” Her eyes fluttered open, glassy but fierce. “Elena… Marco…” Her voice was a rasp, but her grip tightened. “My babies…” Marco dropped to his knees, hoodie soaked with sweat and tears. “I’m sorry, Mamá. My hack, my drone ,it’s my fault..” “Shh,” she croaked, touching his cheek. “You saved me. Both of you… my heroes…”

to destroy more always leads . Suddenly , on Drake's signal , Dylan aimed at the head of the killer and fired three simultaneous shots taking them one after another with the help of the accurate angle their fully armoured body fell down altering their counterparts . Stay close everybody yelled their group leader . With a sudden thud another one fell down with Dylan and james were aiming at their heads with their weapons making sure to hit it at such a place where the armour was not covering . Drake smiled as he saw the terrified looks on their faces . So much to take the lion in the den he thought . Few minutes pass by everyone was silent one commotion was there from either sides but the *c

DRAX'S POV Moments later, I woke up and the reality of what had just happened hit me right in the face, My heart sank to my stomach. My mind raced to a billion places and back in a split second. The whips of guilt lashed me unapologetically as I realized what I'd just done. I'd just murdered my soon-to-be mate! What the hell have I done?! I exclaimed in my mind, as my heart pounded heavily against my ribcage.

He was the key. The drones moved closer, their red lights reflecting in the puddles on the floor. Alessio raised his gun and fired one drone shattered, sparks raining down. The other two shot back, tiny darts zipping through the air. One grazed his cheek; the other embedded itself in the wall beside Noa. He fired again. Missed. One drone ducked low, slicing its metal wing across his arm. Blood spattered the ground, bright and hot. “Alessio!” Noa cried, pushing himself up, staggering despite the pain. He grabbed the flare gun, aimed and fired. The flare hit the last drone dead-on. It exploded in a burst of fire and sparks, the tunnel lighting up like a warzone.

“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 jab my elbow into his arm, and he twists his lips and looks away. "Hey," I say, "do you know about Hawthorn? About what it is?" Damon's face lights up. "I went there. That's ... Oh, no. You said you were looking for the coin to help ... You ..." He looks stricken. "What happened to Hawthorn?" "Silver Hunters happened." Alec folds his arms. Damon looks like he's about to collapse. "Oh my God." "They took over the school," I explain. "Killed a lot of people. We think there are survivors still, though. If we can get the coin, then we can help them."