Murder Drones Pilot Script Novels & Stories

He threw down all his weapons, giving up any form of resistance. "So, he seeks death," I murmured. "Yes," the Beta said. "Our informant heard his last words." On the screen, Alistair tilted his head back, a smile of relief on his face as tears cut through the grime. "I'm coming, my love. My child. I'm coming to pay for my sins." I closed the video and picked up my coffee. Atone? No. This was just the beginning. Death was too easy for him. I mind-linked Lucian.

"If you provide the wrong frequency, the automated turrets will tear that sub apart before you can even see the docking bay, are you sure you want to go through with this? We can still call in the drone swarm and level the pier." "No, Miller, if we fire a single shot, they’ll disconnect Silas’s life support just to watch him suffocate on the live feed," Verina replied, her voice dropping into a low, terrifying calm that made the air in the small cockpit feel heavy. She reached out and entered the sequence Julian had hidden in the digital ghost file, a string of numbers that felt like a secret handshake between two monsters. The sonar pings changed from a hostile, rapid pulse to a long, welco

The silver drones didn't howl like wolves. They screamed like jet engines. I stood on the edge of the laboratory’s broken window, the wind of the dying city whipping my hair across my face. Below us was a drop of fifty stories. In front of us were a dozen mechanical hunters. Behind us was a lab full of terrified scientists. "The White Fire," Silas shouted over the roar of the drones. He stood close to me, his hand gripping my shoulder. "Can you use it to fly?"

For one moment, we’re face to face — the uncle who read me bedtime stories and the man who murdered my mother. “You were supposed to protect us,” I hiss, tears mixing with blood on my cheeks. “I am protecting the future,” he replies softly. “Even if it means sacrificing the present.” He presses a button on his wrist device. The suppression grid beneath the entire lab surges to maximum. My knees buckle instantly. On the screens, the drones have spread the mist even further. Entire pack outposts are descending into chaos. I feel Maddox and Ryker fighting to maintain order, their wolves growing unstable.

We move as a well-trained unit. But they soon recover. They quickly get into formation. We fire at them and they fire back. Men fall all over the place when I look up and see drones. Shit! “Simon, disable them.” “On it.” He replies as I shoot up at them when more men come running from what I can assume is the barracks. They waste no time is defending the compound. When the drones all fall. “Antonio!” I stop and turn to see the man I want to kill more than anything. My father. Carlos Moretti.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

Drake thought about everything and said, “That’s good. I want to make sure this is taken care of the right way. Send Luca up there to take care of everything.” Drake could have sent Dillon, but he didn’t want anyone else to watch over Emily. She was in a tough spot, and Luca was a good backup for this mission. “Everything will be done the way you want, Alpha. Do you still need something else?” Dillon was a little confused as he looked at Drake. Usually, Drake wouldn’t call him at this time unless he had something fundamental to do. “No, I was just making sure.” Drake drank some water. Okay, he agreed that this wasn’t like him at all. He said it was the nightmare’s fault. He didn’t say anythi

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

Adrian hissed into his dead comms, "you lying bastard, you gave them our exact position, didn't you?" The silence from his earpiece was the only answer he needed. The red laser lock settled firmly on his chest, then moved to Victor’s. The end was no longer a question; it was a countdown. And as the whine of the drone’s cannon reached a crescendo, Adrian realized that for all his strength, for all his enhancements, he was still just a man trapped in a world that wanted him deleted. He didn't run. He grabbed Victor’s hand, squeezed it tight, and stared directly into the drone’s unblinking, mechanical eye.