Murder Drones Pilot Script Novels & Stories

He was a very dangerous man and for the first time since arriving Andrea understood how difficult it was going to be to kill him. But he’s our mate, her wolf whined. He killed our family and took Nadia, she sighed back. Andrea didn’t blame her wolf for wanting to be with him regardless, but she knew better. She understood he was lethal and the cause of her pain. “Okay! Listen up. We have a new transfer – Andrea”, the Beta’s voice carried over the crowd, everyone turned to look at her. She kept her eyes fixed to the beta and nodded, not once looking at his alpha a mere foot from him.

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

Earth and weeds appeared in the opening—just wide enough for a person. “Go!” I pushed her toward the hole. “With you,” she shot back. “No time to argue!” I hissed. “Once you’re outside, pull yourself up to the side wall and wait for my signal.” The drone’s hum shifted into a deeper tone. The beam flickered across my body—cold, clinical, like someone tracing circuits with a knife. “At least five seconds to recalibrate,” I counted. “Enough.” Sadira was halfway through the hole when a dark figure moved in the entrance. Mask, armored chest, striped shoulder marking. Not Rodriguez’s men. Professionals. Mercenaries. Or… someone the Nest hired.

It is searching for a heart that shouldn't exist in this city’s register. "Don't move," I say. My voice is flat. "The drone is slaved to the Citadel’s heartbeat. If yours spikes, it fires." Silas blinks. His cybernetic gray eyes flicker. He doesn't remember the drones. He doesn't remember the girl he once guarded in the basement. He only knows that the doors are red and the world is screaming. "Subject identified," the drone’s speaker drones. It is a hollow, synthesized voice that lacks any human inflection. "Unregistered variable detected in Sector One. Initiate extraction."

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

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.

Liv says, dying of curiousity from his words as well as the other officers words. Murder motel. Like his father and brother. When girls go missing you can find them in the well. Trudy's words about him being a murder like his family. This officers words about him being cleared of any involvement. She is starting to paint a picture in her mind of what might have happened here, but she wants answers. “Excuse me, Officer..” “Micheals.” He supplies. “Officer Micheals. I am going to retire to my room for the evening.” She holds out a hand to him and gives him a smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

"Now." As they scrambled toward the stairwell, Lucien caught a flash of movement in the shadows of the corridor—a flicker of red, the activation light of a rogue security drone that had somehow bypassed the kill-switch. It hovered, silent and predatory, its targeting laser painting a thin, crimson line across Lucien’s chest. The system might have died, but the nightmares it created were still hungry.

Even now he seems to be plotting the perfect way to murder me in his mind. “Okay everyone, show’s over. Go home,” Jared yelled through the mic and everybody groaned and muttered under their breaths, talking about how they were just starting to enjoy the show and whatnot. I didn’t give a fuck about any of that right now because all I could think and look at is the father of my mate. And he for sure is happy to get rid of everyone before he skins me dead or alive. THEO’s POV Three hours earlier… I got word from someone in the Cruelcrest Hounds pack that my daughter, my precious little daughter, is missing.

'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.