Murder Drones Plot Novels & Stories

Grace wouldn't send such hateful messages! She hadn't even been told about the funeral because they were afraid she couldn't handle it. She still didn't know Clara had passed away. Clinging to one last hope, Daniel dialed the number. It connected after two rings, but instead of the soft voice he expected to hear, a mocking tone cut through the line. "Clara, you finally answered. I can't believe you still aren't dead after being bitten by that snake. If you're alive, get back here and transfer everything to me! Do as I say, and I won't have Mom and Dad take your kidney!"

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

Half-mouthed. A young, executive-type guy in a plum-colored shirt, open tie, looks me up and down as he passes, turning his head to catch my gaze over his shoulder. My eyes freeze on him as the third one twitches open. I catch it shut, slamming down an image of him stumbling forward as he grabs at his throat—something black sluicing from his mouth, running over his hands. Hot as tar. Smoking where it spreads. There’s panic in his eyes. Like he doesn’t know why. He’s gone when I see clear again. Another stranger I killed for no reason.

She really thought she could manipulate him into an act like that just because she stole his heart? "No. We need your fingerprint." "And you're brainless if you think I'll just help you get into the house of my boss." "We can assure you that you won't get caught. We know how the police in Domsville work." "Goddamnit, it's not about getting caught, Raven," he snapped at her. "You're asking me to be a fucking accomplice in murder. You're asking me to live my life with blood on my hands. I'm not going to do that for a girl I thought I loved."

Selene screamed. “Assassination. Stay down.” I moved swiftly through the room using cover as my guards rushed in with their weapons. “Alpha! The attack came from several drones. Do we pursue?!” one of my men shouted. I peered through the sniper scope of my rifle, scanning the area outside. Very soon, I spotted the assassin hiding in the bush. But weird— It seemed like a child. A 3 or 4-year-old child…flying killing drones? This day just couldn’t get weirder.

It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort to gather crucial information before retreating. The energy pulses, unleashed by the drone, caused the vortex to writhe in response. A wave of raw psychic energy slammed against them, momentarily overwhelming the drone's shielding. Anya, flooded with fragmented images of consumed worlds and insatiable hunger, glimpsed the true horror of the entity. Then, with a surge of willpower, they activated the drone's self-destruct sequence. A blinding flash engulfed the area,momentarily pushing back the darkness. In that fleeting moment, they managed to transmit a data packet containing their horrifying discovery.

One Day Later Lora It has been a hectic twenty-four hours as I look at Drax in deep conversation with his sons. he was shocked when he realized I was pregnant when he died. I couldn't believe he was going to kill Ryker but I understand his anger, I would be angry too if it had happened to me. Ryker was in a meeting with Riley and his head of security about making sure the pack kept Drax and the others secret. The pack is loyal to Aidan as they were forced to go against him all those years ago and wanted nothing more than to seek revenge for the pain and suffering Roman cost. Ralph, Ryker's dad was surprised to learn the truth and hoped that Drax would forgive him, it was a different time the

Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three. The first drone appeared. Quad-rotor. Armed with automatic weapons. It locked onto Morrison. He dove behind equipment as it fired. Bullets tore through a laboratory station. Chemical storage tanks ruptured. Smoke filled the corridor. "Move!" Morrison shouted. "Get them up the stairs!" More drones appeared. The team was pinned. Subjects exposed. No cover. Dr. Vance ran back toward Hammond's laboratory. "Where are you going?" Maya shouted. Vance didn't answer. She reached Hammond's control station. Grabbed the doctor. Held her in front of the cameras.

"If you don't authorize the new Covenant, there won't be a world left to save. They’ll delete the hardware and start over with a fresh species." Elara looked at the pen, then at the vial of liquid shadow. Beside her, Mia was clutching the notebook….the "Delete" sequence that the drones were hovering for. Her mother, Sarah, stood with the silver shotgun leveled at the drones, though even she knew buckshot couldn't kill a math equation. "If I sign this," Elara rasped, the violet fire in her veins cooling into a heavy, leaden weight. "I’m not just your partner. I’m the Bank itself. I’m the one who decides who lives and who is... liquidated."

They moved with robotic precision, magnetized boots clinging to the steep floor. Architect Drones. Human-machine hybrids. "Eliminate witnesses," the first Drone synthesized a voice. It raised a suppressed submachine gun. "Stay behind me!" Jackson released the window and slid down the floor, steering his body like a torpedo. He crashed into the Drone's legs before it could fire. The Drone fell. Jackson rolled on top of it. He took the ceramic knife he had taped to his chest and stabbed it viciously into the Drone’s neck. SPARK! It didn't bleed blood. It bled oil and white sparks. The ceramic blade severed the primary wiring. The Drone twitched and powered down.