Murder Drones N Novels & Stories

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

"Impressive, now let me also show you what's new." He then brought up his arm and rapidly tapped fingers on a screen device attached to his wrist, and from his car drones flew out. Not just drones, but highly weaponize killer drones. "Target confirmed, permission to engage," the AI attached to the wrist device requested. "Fire," he ordered softly. "Authorization confirmed." "Fly out of here Naomi!" Jeremy shouted suggested. "Not without you," she said in a monstrous voice. The drones began to fire at her, but her high speed of flying really saved her even a single hit. The drones however had already locked their aim at her and followed wherever she flew. Marcus soon grew impatient and raised

While recalling my dream. “I had a dream that looks real, which I think is real… A dream about a man who got murdered and I saw how he got murdered… I saw who killed him…---” I paused again and took a deep breath because I didn’t expect that it would slip from my mouth because I don’t want them to know about the murderer because it is me even if it is not the real “me”.

“This week’s been an absolute bitch with the Alpha on my back about why my drones never picked up the Worgen.” I lowly grin at his attempt to make me laugh. “The situation is fucked, Jason. These aren’t ordinary enemies. I want those new drones completed as soon as possible.” “See, what I mean?” He huffed, screwing up his face. “This is my night off, man! Let’s stick to the subject of hot, smoking women.” He balked about the upgraded features that I have instructed for our current drones to have. These included aerial surveillance with magical sensors and portal detection.

'Silence' Sarah had vanished into the rafters, her presence only marked by the occasional flash of a suppressed muzzle or the sudden, silent collapse of a drone. 'Grizzly' Greg was providing heavy cover, his customized munitions turning the warehouse’s rusted machinery into a series of improvised barriers. "Drones are down to forty percent!" Nikolai’s voice crackled over the analog comms. "But these things are self-repairing! It’s like fighting a hive mind!" In the center of the chaos, Kitana Lee stood atop the pile of rusted crates, her porcelain mask reflecting the flickering industrial lights. She watched the battle with a detached, almost bored expression.

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

"It's a fact that she set Luna up! Why is there even a need to check the surveillance? Lock her up in the closet, and she's not allowed any food or water! I want her to pay for this a thousand times over!" … The memory of that fateful day flashed across my eyes until Trent's scream suddenly dragged me back to my senses. Trent came running out, his eyes wide with horror. "Mrs. Rummish… No, I mean Kelly… Kelly's dead! It's horrible! She died so horribly!"

As Dominic approached, a low mechanical voice echoed through the space. “Unauthorized presence detected. Defense protocol initiating.” Pillars on either side of the room retracted, revealing sleek, humanoid security drones with glowing red sensors. Their arms shifted into non-lethal weapons—shock emitters, restraint tools—but he knew what they could do. “Figures,” Dominic murmured, pulling out his EMP pulse canister. He lobbed it to the floor. A loud crack erupted as electricity sizzled through the air. The drones twitched, staggered, then collapsed in heaps of sparking metal. Their red lights dimmed.

It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking. “Alexander!” Ethan barked. “EMP charge — now!” Alexander dropped to one knee, fumbling with the satchel. “I only have one pulse grenade left — it’ll fry every circuit in range, including our lamps!” “Then aim it right,” Mira said. The second drone emerged from the mist — smaller, faster. It darted up the incline, claws scraping against the tunnel wall. Lorren stumbled backward, his lantern crashing into the water and hissing out.