Murder Drones N Novels & Stories

a gift Sebastian had bought but never fully integrated. “Let’s see how they like a unified front,” I muttered, my thumbs flying across the screen. Thirty small, black drones rose from their nesting bays along the roof line. They weren't armed with guns. They were armed with high intensity lasers and flashbangs. I sent them screaming toward the tree line, a cloud of angry mechanical hornets. The forest lit up with a series of blinding white pops. I heard the snipers shouting, their positions compromised. I turned to run back toward the lift, but the door burst open. Elio Carranza stepped out, looking remarkably clean for a man whose army was currently being dismantled by a pregnant woman and

A grin spread across her face. "Our newest treasure." Darren immediately crouched beside the container for a closer look. Everything about the drones appeared far beyond anything he had ever seen before the apocalypse. The craftsmanship alone was astonishing. Even before the world collapsed, technology like this would have been considered cutting-edge. "They look incredible," Darren admitted. "And they're not just for show," Ivy replied proudly. "These little guys can scout, track targets, launch attacks, and provide surveillance." Darren's eyes widened further. Ivy nodded.

The meaning was standing from afar looking at the hanging Mira hesitantly, is she really worth killing? She is eighteen years old. Is this not a crime or injustice to her? I told you to let her go for a while.” Black grumbled, breathing lightly He indicated to the man whose job it was to execute her to stay away from her silently and without people noticing that it would be a difficult situation for him to retreat after he gathered his herd members.. He wanted to utter his words, but he froze when one of his Mate 's guards came calling at high altitude " Alpha the Luna has disappeared!"

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.”

"The failsafes will trigger a 'Core-Vent' to prevent a meltdown. That’s our window. When the vents open, the logic core is exposed." The approach was a desperate game of timing. The Dredger was surrounded by a cloud of "Silt-Drones" small, nimble units designed to clear debris from the drill’s path. They didn't have weapons, but they were heavy and fast, acting like kamikaze projectiles against anyone who drew near. "I’ll draw the Silt-Drones toward the pier!" Jax shouted, already breaking cover. "You get up there and find a way to choke that radiator!" Jax began firing into the air, his bolts lighting up the grey mist of the shoreline. The drones swarmed toward him, a buzzing cloud of metal

My thoughts get more mucked up as I shower and start to get ready for the day. I joined a University here in Draphend to try and fit in as much as possible while I'm here. The university has some very interesting courses regarding myths, legends, and the supernatural. Maybe I can find out more about myself while I'm here. I have so many questions I need answers to. Once Mr. Draven informed me they were vampires I read as much as I could on the topic in their library downstairs. Mr. Draven assured me that I was safe as they no longer dined on humans but instead hunted animals to quench their thirst for blood. I assured him I felt in no danger but I still wanted to know everything I could and

He especially liked the soft smattering of freckles on the tops of her cheeks and the thickness of her thighs… But then the realisation settled in, sobering the Alpha. This was Chloe's blood. *Lucas, we've got visuals on the target.* Alex's voice broke in before the rage could take hold. *He's coming back your way.* Lucas didn't answer right away; he couldn't. His mind was conjuring up a scenario using the pieces of evidence they had. There was no doubt that his mate had been here but so had Rivers. Had Rivers killed the men? Perhaps Chloe had been trying to escape but why then shoot a human? Were they in on whatever Plan Omar Rivers had? Had Rivers planned to sell the girls on when he caugh

I held my ground because charging forward wouldn’t help her and would only unravel what we’d secured. The east post lit up. Nathan’s voice cut in over the comm. "Movement, east ridge. Multiple drones approaching. They’re unmarked, but we’ve got visual." He paused, voice low. "It’s David." We moved before he finished speaking. The wolves behind us were still disoriented, catching their breath and rising slowly. We didn’t turn back for them or wait. The clearing opened in front of us, wide and glaring under the midday sun. The trees gave way to hard-packed earth, and drones floated in the sky above us, red sensors blinking in steady rhythm. These weren’t passive surveillance units. They were s

Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three. The first drone appeared. Quad-rotor. Armed with automatic weapons. It locked onto Morrison. He dove behind equipment as it fired. Bullets tore through a laboratory station. Chemical storage tanks ruptured. Smoke filled the corridor. "Move!" Morrison shouted. "Get them up the stairs!" More drones appeared. The team was pinned. Subjects exposed. No cover. Dr. Vance ran back toward Hammond's laboratory. "Where are you going?" Maya shouted. Vance didn't answer. She reached Hammond's control station. Grabbed the doctor. Held her in front of the cameras.

The smell of burning rubber and dust filled my nose. As we reached the edge of the power district, a squad of drones dropped from the sky. They looked like silver spiders, moving with jerky, unnatural speed. They had cameras for eyes, scanning the street for life. "Get down!" Bryan pulled me behind a collapsed wall. One drone hovered right above us. Its red light scanned the wall, missing us by inches. I felt the ink on my arm heat up. The "Writer" voice echoed in my head. They are connected to the central hive. Use the static. Break the link.