Murder Drones N Novels & Stories

And every drone began to move. The street erupted into motion. Dozens of drones surged forward—some wheeled, others hovering low to the ground, their mechanical arms twitching like predators scenting blood. The air filled with the whir of servos and the faint digital clicks of synchronized targeting systems. “Move!” Damian shouted. Eli darted after him as Damian fired two more rounds. Sparks exploded from the lead drone, but the machine didn’t slow. The bullet tore through its shell, leaving a hole that glowed with pulsing red circuitry before sealing itself again.

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.”

I hope he doesn't catch me that easily. "Send them a notice and ask them to give the reasons. If not, cancel their Quota." "Yes Alpha" "Anything else?" Volkan asks sighing to only have Jason reply reluctantly. "Actually yes Alpha. Last night.... 2 mysterious deaths were again reported." "Where?" Volkan asks, his fingers tapping the wooden table above me as he pulls forward his seat. Making his legs to almost reach me and I move back further. Curling myself in a ball. "The mysterious forest"

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

The police department later underwent a major purge, and the work environment became much cleaner. I enjoyed a period of relative ease… until one night. After working late, I went to the underground parking garage. Just as I was about to get into my car, a sharp pain pierced my chest. I looked down. The bloodied tip of a blade had thrust through my chest. Drops of blood fell, one by one. "Mayor Bowser."

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

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."

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.

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.