Murder Drones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

“This is your legacy, mijo. Lead my men. Rule at my side. Or… The mirror cracks, a sharp, spiderwebbing fracture shattering into a thousand black butterflies that swarm Dru. Their razor wings tearing at her flesh. She reaches for me, her hand outstretched. I lunge, but the heat slams me back. Her hollow scream tears through my ribs… *** ******

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

Because I recognized it. Recognized them. Recognized… My pulse stuttered. No. No, that wasn’t… It couldn’t be.. But the movement. The stance. The way he held himself..my chest tightened painfully. Familiar. Too familiar. I staggered back a step. “This isn’t real,” I whispered. But it was. It was. The sound of snapping bones echoed nearby. Another scream. Cut short. My hands shook. This wasn’t war. This wasn’t defense. This was a slaughter.

I could have just gone home, but it would be a waste coming down here without doing anything, so I decided to drown my frustration in drinks until she approached me. At first, I was confused when she approached me. I hadn't requested anyone's company, so why was she here? I was about to order my bodyguards to get her out of my sight, as I wasn't in the mood to do anything anymore. But then, I caught her scent. It was sweet, like freshly harvested honey mixed with pine needles. I've never been fond of sweet fragrances, but hers was different. The more I breathed it in, the more I realized what it meant. My instincts stirred, recognizing the scent of my mate.

"Wolfsbane? Did she do it herself? For sympathy?" The words tasted like ash in my mouth. Pathetic. "No!" Marcus bellowed, showing disrespect to his Alpha for the first time. "No mother would risk her own child for a damn game! I saw the needle mark on her neck. The dose was lethal! Someone murdered her!" Someone murdered her. My mind went blank. I had locked her in a cage, cut her off from our bond. I thought it was a punishment for her "games." I never imagined someone would do this to her where I couldn't see.

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”

An image appears on my mind, I was covered with blood and I was screaming for help 'if I killed Cole that day, it would have been all because of you" I mumble against his hand and he only pulls me harder by my hair. "do you know that I feel murderous when someone touches you?, is that why you pulled that fucking stunt!?" I shake my head, tears rimming from my eyes and mixing with the pouring rain Draven is a psycho but then I should be fighting him, I should be shouting at him!! but I am not! why am I not ?

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.”

'They're turning on each other,' I whispered, tears stinging my eyes, emotions crashing—betrayal from my own, love for this man beneath me, fear of losing control. Drake thrust up weakly, locked as we were, his face etched with desperation. 'Stay with me, Luna. Don't let it take you.' His plea hit deep, the bond flooding me with his warmth, his scars—those runes—glowing faintly under the fungi light, protecting us both. I rode harder, reverse and relentless, my breasts bouncing, nipples hard peaks in the cool air. Flashbacks blurred: Mira killing my family not just for power, but to hide her own ties, whispers of blood shared in the dark.