Murder Drones Pilot Script Novels & Stories

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

That was bait. Once Ricco unlocked the “grid,” it unlocked him. I knew where he was the second he popped his transmitter. The flood system? That was just theatre. I didn’t need to drown him. I needed him wet, panicked, climbing a ladder with false hope— Only to meet my drone. The drone didn’t kill him. It looked him in the eye. And then broadcast his location. Because death doesn’t humiliate. Exposure does. LORENZO. BLACK CLAW. SOUTH.

"This is the last thing I can do for you. I'm going to die very soon... That night, I heard your prayer to the Moon Goddess." "You couldn't bear the thought of turning living clan members into the walking dead. It's okay. You hate me, and I'm about to die anyway. I'm willing to become the weapon in your hands, even without emotions or the ability to feel pain. Even as nothing more than a war machine that only follows orders. I just want to stay by your side..." His words triggered a memory from the day Damon had regained his freedom. "Aria, for the sake of what we once meant to each other, can't you give me one chance to make things right?"

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 !

" He turned to a young man. The young man's name was Moose Kensington. His ability allowed him to control and enhance machinery. Under normal conditions, ordinary drones could never take off in such harsh weather, but after his reinforcement, they could—and could even fly far beyond their rated range. "Yes, Captain!" Moose answered at once. Lucas then looked at the others. "Kill everyone here. We can't let any of Ray's accomplices be hiding among them. Better to kill ten thousand by mistake than let a single one slip through." "Yes, Captain!" the group replied in unison. Before long, screams rose from every direction. The entire sanatorium turned into a slaughterhouse. Blood soaked the groun

I rolled up my sleeve—the pattern had spread a little further, almost reaching my elbow. When it reached my heart, that would be the end. Rebirth came with no miracles. My wolf had burned everything she had to reverse time. I was just a body on a countdown now. All I wanted was a quiet place where I could try to be comfortable for whatever time I had left. Diane's car was parked at the territory border. A black SUV, polished to a shine, completely out of place against the run-down territory. I walked over. Diane sat in the driver's seat, sizing me up through the window. She frowned.

The airport was ten. "Alessia, wait," Lorenzo wheezed. He stumbled, his shoulder hitting the damp wall. He wasn't like me; his body hadn't been optimized for high-intensity recovery. He was human enough to bleed, human enough to tire. I stopped and turned. The drone hovered exactly three meters away. "Why aren't you killing us, Silas?" I yelled at the machine. The drone’s speaker crackled. It wasn't Silas’s voice this time. It was a composite—a thousand voices layered over each other, men and women from the past entries I’d seen in the ledger.

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

He placed a chip on it, then he opened a smaller part of his backpack and pull out a remote with a small display screen in the middle. “Ok, let's see what's inside”. He said as he taps a button, gradually the drone fly higher as we watch it move into the building through a broken window. Larry's eyes were fixed to the screen, while I stare at the door trying not to look around, the sight of the corpses terrifies me. After what seem like half an hour, the drone finally lands in front of Larry. “All clear, it's safe to go in” Mel pulled the door handle vigorously, she sighed and let go, then she points her gun to it, but Eddy holds her hand before she pulls the trigger.