Murder Drones Sex Novels & Stories

When he moved to New York, he realized that sex was dangerous as he often saw the governmental advertisement of sexually transmitted diseases on his way to work. That's why Noah Cheong was waiting to have sex with the right person at the right time. Sadly for him, sometimes in life, we didn’t always get what we’re wishing for. *** [WARNING: The following material contains age-restricted content that’s only suitable for a mature audience] Soon after they entered the bedroom, Drake Silvermoon quickly pushed his soulmate on his bed forcefully. “Why do you always worry about other men?” he asked Noah, who was lying helplessly on the bed, “First Terry, Matt, and now Ken…” Drake snarled while ment

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

Then, a voice echoed through the chamber—a voice that sent a chill through Damien’s spine. “Did you really think you could end it?” The voice was cold, mechanical. Familiar. Monroe’s voice. A blinding light flared from the central console, and the ground beneath them cracked open. Figures—humanoid drones—emerged from hidden compartments in the walls. They were like ghosts, their faces hidden behind helmets, their bodies covered in sleek, black armor. Damien’s heart pounded. “It’s a trap.” Aurora cursed, pulling her weapon free. “We need to move. Now.”

"Nobody closes it without my say." A Scrapper drone burst through the elbow joint. It was a fusion of a spider and a buzzsaw. I drove my hand forward. The vacuum of the Seventh Seal erupted from my palm. It caught the drone mid-air. The Multiversal market was open. The first customer was trying to break the shop.

The drone’s red light vanished into the night sky, leaving behind a silence so thick it felt like the entire mansion was holding its breath. Ryan Vale stood frozen, his hand still tangled in my cum-soaked hair. Kai Lennox cursed under his breath, grabbing his phone to check for any immediate leaks. Marcus Hale’s face had gone pale beneath his usual composed mask, while Tyler Cross stared at the window like he could will the drone back to smash it. I remained on the couch, naked and drenched in their seed, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The warm, sticky mess on my skin felt heavier now, no longer just a mark of pleasure but a weapon that could destroy everything.

Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

I needed to slow this down because mother hood was something I wanted to wait for. "We got mated so quickly, and I'm still trying to figure out my abilities and-" I was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Iris and he looked panicked. "What the hell Iris?! Someone better be fucking dying!" Holden yelled and slammed his hand hard on his desk causing me to jump. "Alpha, we have a problem. There has been drones sighted 30 clicks west of the house." Iris said. Drones? Should I tell him about the one by the lake today? Did it even matter if I said anything?

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

We have to geothermal tunnels that connect Atlantis to the core of the earth.” Nova joined us, her face was a single, hard promise. ‘This is a suicide command. We do not know how many of these worshippers there lurk down. If the drones have a nest, we are down there in a trap, out that we cannot just shoot out.” “Then we build a trap in which they run,” I said and my fingers started already to disassemble the blueprints of the worshipper drone in Silas’ Pad. ‘The