Murder Drones Funny Novels & Stories

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

Aaron shrieked, pushing him with difficulty from the old man, whose face became full With blood and some of his white tufts sticking to the blood of his forehead His teeth became red because of the blood that emanated from his mouth and nose and from everywhere on his face Zain laughed loudly, his eyes becoming darker than their natural color, evidence of the anger of his wolf Black as well. Renee was standing staring at Urza in shock, how was he laughing like that when he was about to die of a hemorrhage? Ignoring his brother's pleas, Zain erupted when he didn't stop laughing! "You laugh!! You laugh, O son of the Cursed, kicking his stomach as hard as he could to vomit blood on the ground!

“I mean you couldn't talk when I found you. Why are you looking at me like I caught you sneaking cookies?” I stared. “Zara…I thought you couldn’t remember me.” Her brows rose. “Oh, that. Yeah, Dante’s little memory-wipe trick.” She rolled her eyes. “He should know by now that crap doesn’t work on me.” My chest tightened. “But… he said—” “He says a lot of things,” she cut in, plopping onto the bed like she owned it. “I let him believe it works. It’s easier than arguing with Mr. Murdery all the time.”

Their boredom was palpable, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the shadows of the service entrance hallway where Harlan and Winters waited. Winters didn't signal. He simply moved. A micro-drone, smaller and darker than before, zipped from his sleeve, hugging the ceiling. It reached the first guard near the panoramic window overlooking the twinkling, indifferent city. A near-silent puff of compressed air, not flechettes. A micro-dart embedded in the guard’s neck. He jerked, clawing at his throat, eyes wide with surprise before slumping silently against the glass. The second guard near the bar heard the soft thud. He turned, rifle rising. **<< Kovac? You okay— >>**

With her eyes closed, she savoured as she chewed slowly. “Just the right amount of salt.” Her phone buzzed again. A news alert this time. “BREAKING: Police enroute to search home of Dr Karma Kuntz in connection with Chief Inspector's murder.” She took another bite of eggs, chewed slowly as she took a deep breath in and out, then she swallowed, not bothered by the news. On the TV, they had switched to helicopter footage. It was her building. Police cars surrounded it. Officers in tactical gear approaching the entrance.

They were a piercing, surgical violet. Rage stood in the nursery doorway, his submachine gun raised. "Stay behind the pods, Sabi. Do not move until that line is open." The first drone rounded the corner, its high-speed oscillating blade extended—a tool meant for buffing marble, now a weapon meant for shredding flesh. Rage fired a short, controlled burst. The drone exploded in a shower of sparks and hydraulic fluid, but three more took its place. "One minute!" Sabizina screamed. "Rage, he’s using a neural-link relay! He’s not just commanding them; he’s feeling the fight through their sensors!"

The result of her kill or contribution to Drakoen's plan didn't bring her any joy or sorrow. They left the Red River Pack without even arranging for the bodies to be buried. They were left to be eaten by vultures just like dead animals. When they got back to Drakoen's place, Mercedes went straight to her room and took a long hot shower. The running water removed the dried blood, sweat and dirt. It had become a routine for her. Drakoen and she have been going around killing the people who refused to surrender to him. So many people have already died and many continue to die elsewhere. Drakoen was determined to kill everyone for his new world. He didn't care about anything else or anyone.

"They’re just doing it with a 'Peacekeeping' logo." ​The Breach of the Gutter ​The conversation was cut short by a high-pitched, metallic whine. ​"Drones!" Maya screamed. ​The ceiling of the Gutter exploded. Three UN "Seeker" drones, spherical, chrome-plated machines armed with neural-paralyzers, dropped into the shanty-town. They didn't target the Vanes first; they targeted the Un-Linked. ​"No!" Leo roared. ​He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the runes on his skin. He felt the "Wild Resonance" he had discovered in the Sub-Core; the primal, unrefined power of the wolf.

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.

I didn’t feel the need to kill them unless it was absolutely necessary. " You know there is a permanent solution to this right ?! ” War zone said. " By permanent, I’m guessing you mean kill ?” I said. " Do you really think they would hesitate and do it to us ?" she asked me " We’re better than that. Besides, we are only going to do that if we absolutely need to," Just as we were having that conversation the floors opened and outside of it five mechanized drones ready to attack us. During the surprise, I started to sense the hybrids and the pain they were in.