Murder Drones Human Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'll go in first. Like it or not, we're going to do what we have to do to take them down." Seven nodded as a low menacing growl erupted from deep within his throat. I could see that he was in the mood for some payback. I peered down the hallway, and several hunters turned with assault rifles in hand, so I gunned them down, trying to spare their lives where I could. Walking down the hallway, I kicked a weapon out of reach of one that was alive as I passed. The man popped up and grabbed my leg, but Seven ripped out his throat and blood splattered over his fur. He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go.

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.

The humans who come face to face with the problem are almost instantly turned into mindless drones, a body devoid of life and feeling with the only remaining desire as their last neurons die, on the healthy. “Sir, I don’t have anything to give you,” I apologize, holding out my empty hands, which thankfully are not talons anymore, “Ah, but you see,” the first one spits, a tooth falling from his face as he struggles to talk. “You still have your flesh, and my children are starving.” An old woman cackles and a few of the stricken guffaw with their meager, strained voices, taunting me with the promise of violence.

"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 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.

Then, a voice echoed through the chamber—a voice that sent a chill through Damien’s spine. “Did you really think you could end it?” The voice was cold, mechanical. Familiar. Monroe’s voice. A blinding light flared from the central console, and the ground beneath them cracked open. Figures—humanoid drones—emerged from hidden compartments in the walls. They were like ghosts, their faces hidden behind helmets, their bodies covered in sleek, black armor. Damien’s heart pounded. “It’s a trap.” Aurora cursed, pulling her weapon free. “We need to move. Now.”

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.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

“You really think you’re safe here, human? With a guy like Drone? He’ll probably rip your throat out the second you’re alone with him.” “Shut your filthy mouth,” Jillian snarled, starting to lurch forward, until Jeremy yanked her back against his chest. She was like an enraged tigress ready to protect her cub, and for the first time since meeting the beautiful blonde, Tourmaline began to understand just how strong Jillian’s connection to her people really was. And Razl was her friend, which only strengthened that connection. Todd turned his hate-filled eyes on Jillian and sneered. “I’m just saying what a lot of us are thinking. It isn’t right, his kind hooking up with a human. We can’t take

His answer irritated Drake. He knows the killer is lying. Someone who has the ability to move things without touching them is after Nyra. But Dhari is not the one. That's someone different. Whoever that fae is, he sent this one to kill Nyra. With that conclusion, Drake punched Dhari again, for Lying. "Don't lie" Drake warned him. Dhari lost a couple more teeth. He could feel his head throbbing with great pain. He groaned with it. Dhari looked at Drake warily. He decided not to lie to the protector.