Murder Drones N Novels & Stories

The blacksite’s reinforced ceiling began to peel open, slow but unstoppable, each segment sliding back to reveal a shaft of pale morning light. And in that light… shapes. Sleek. Inhuman. Dropping soundlessly into the chamber one by one. Julian’s voice cracked over comms, ragged. “They’re drones no” a sharp inhale “they’re him.” One landed with predator-like grace, knees bending smoothly, its surface rippling in the same oily black as Noa’s eyes. Then another. And another. The sound of their landing was almost too soft, too controlled. They stood in a perfect line, unmoving.

He was thinking about what Trist had told him earlier. According to his investigation, the maid was the daughter of one of the warriors. And apparently they had poisoned Alpha's drink to kill him. But being immersed in his kids, Luna mistakenly took the drink and gulped it. Hence, he was here. For now, the main issue was how to treat Swift. Apparently his body was rejecting all treatments. But it was performing fine. It was like a self defence system in Luna, that was blocking everything. But. Till when? How? And these questions were enough to put Blaze on edge.

Freedom was fifty meters away. WHIRRRRR. From the darkness of the ceiling behind us, three shapes detached themselves. They were sleek, matte-black quadcopters, their rotors spinning with a lethal hum. A grid of red lasers projected from their noses, scanning the tunnel floor. "Targets acquired," a synthesized voice echoed off the walls. "Lethal force authorized." "Go!" I shoved Eliana toward the exit. The lead drone dove, a small machine gun mounted under its chassis spinning up.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v

"They offer you a prize. I offer you a choice." The drone's camera panned up, showing the sky above the Sterling Tower. Out of the clouds, the three 'Valkyrie' hunter-killer drones descended, their sleek, black frames materializing as their stealth fields disengaged. They hovered in a silent, menacing trinity over the tower, their railgun turrets silently tracking unseen targets.

“If we have to retreat, we drag as many as we can physically carry. I don’t care if it slows us; I’m not leaving warm bodies in her sandbox.” “Copy,” Tessa said. “Two released,” Rowan said, breath coming fast. “Three—” The first of the heavy drones rounded the corner—twice the size of the earlier ones, bristling with gun ports and sensor clusters. It glowed faintly in Aria’s overlay—active, hostile, and very interested. Kael opened fire. Metal shrieked as rounds sparked off armor. The drone returned fire, the chamber filling with the staccato scream of automatic weapons.

The ice groaned as massive shards rose up like jagged teeth, forming a crescent-shaped barrier around the trembling survivors. The first wave of drones arrived with a scream of jet turbines. They circled like vultures, their undersides glowing red from kinetic repeaters. "INCOMING!" Sarah screamed, diving behind a slab of carbon-fiber. The ice-shelf erupted, sending frozen shrapnel flying as the drones opened fire. The "Erasers" weren't just shooting bullets; they fired incendiary rounds meant to melt the glacier and drown the survivors in freezing water. Kael didn't hide. He moved with a predator's grace, faster than a human should be able to move. The "Origin" energy absorbed from his fath

I ask, still not looking. “Not well,” he says, voice strained. “But, yeah. I do. They were good kids.” Tears prick at my eyes. What sort of monsters would do such a thing? Come in here and murder innocent people? “Brynn,” I gasp. Brynn’s dorm is on this floor. Like almost everyone else, she must have been sleeping when the Silver Hunters attacked. Did she manage to get away? Is she even still alive? “I need to find Brynn,” I gasp.