Murder Drones Human Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It could mean they’re all linked to it. Like a central processor for a hive mind. Maybe they look so similar because they’re part of one giant organism.” The problem with having a thorough knowledge of science-fiction tropes was that you were never short of a stupid idea. A bunch of drones working to fulfil the commands of a giant green brain? Sure, why not? It might even be true. It wouldn’t be the craziest lifestyle choice we’d encountered in this world. “Do you think we should follow him?” asked Jenny. We could still see the druid. The thing about running away down a long straight road was that your escape took a long time and was very visible. We could also see the other druids calling

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 ?

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.

Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth. Tyler responded to the werewolf, “Be it guest or slave, everyone has the right to ask for water if they want it. Depriving them of something as basic as water would be too inhuman of us” The werewolf responded to this, “That’s where you get your answer! It is inhuman for us to serve them water and we are not humans!” it yelled. Tyler looked at it for a fraction of second and chose not to give it a response. Martha kept on looking at the back of Tyler as it argued with the other werewolf. All this while, it had

But her words struck a chord, stirring a memory I couldn’t quite grasp—something about a late-night conversation with the visitor, months ago, when they’d spoken in riddles about power, about secrets hidden in plain sight. Before I could ask more, a low hum cut through the rain—not a chopper this time, but a drone, its red lights blinking as it hovered above the alley. Scar cursed, raising his rifle, but the drone was fast, darting out of sight before he could fire. A second later, a sharp crack echoed, and the pavement exploded ten feet away, showering us with gravel.

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 Worldseed's here. The Rootmother hid it where the Silence wouldn't dare look." "Why?" I ask. "Because the Hive Queen *eats* gods," he says. A drone streaks overhead-a humanoid creature with moth wings and a face of overlapping fangs. The Hunter readies his gun. "Then we'd better move fast." --- **The Hive's Lullaby** The citadel's gates are rib bones, the walls pulsing like a heartbeat. Inside, the air vibrates with a hypnotic drone. Drones crawl over mounds of decaying flesh, their jaws dripping enzymes that dissolve bone.

Yet a I am most definitely sure that I was poisoned. “We need to get out of here.” Storm said to me, her voice frowning weak. I frowned, looking at my mates and unable to move, a gray wolf was making his way to me fast. I held the spare waiting to attack, but Draven got him before he could near me. But there are more. So many more. Draven crashes into a cluster of wolves, ripping throats open and throwing bodies aside. Daemon tears a Beta in half. Darius snaps a neck with one twist.

The hum changes pitch — higher, sharper. Nora swears. “They found us!” The tunnel shakes as drones breach the upper vents. Red beams slice through the shadows. Everyone scrambles. Adrian grabs my hand, pulling me behind a column. “Nora, get the drives out!” he shouts. “I’m on it!” Sparks shower from the ceiling. A drone crashes nearby, smoke filling the chamber. I cough, eyes stinging. Adrian shields me with his body, returning fire with a pulse weapon. Somewhere above, an amplified voice echoes through the tunnel:

Dominic stared down at his blackened hands, his chest heaving as the black veins along his arms trembled, his mind reeling from the horror of what he had almost accomplished. "Look out!" Malakai screamed, his voice breaking into a panicked shriek. Through the shattered front windshield, the three Vanguard combat drones descended from the clouds like birds of prey. Their targeting lasers stopped dancing; they locked dead-center onto the pilot's cabin, three blinding crimson dots burning into the glass. They fired. Three synchronized, high-velocity plasma rockets tore through the midnight sky, heading directly for our noses. Dominic didn't hesitate. He didn't have time to think, to process the