Murder Drones Sex Novels & Stories

I saw him glaring furiously at her, and with the way he is glaring at her, I’m pretty sure that if I wasn’t standing right here with them, he probably would have strangled her to death. “You screw corpses?” I asked in dismay, trying to wrap my head around these new discoveries. “No, Drake. He doesn’t screw corpses, that’s too disgusting for him. He prefers creating his own corpses, he gets innocent teenagers and drugs them, then he screws them to satisfy his devilish urges!” she added once more, returning his hard gaze with hers. “Yes, Riley!

The blacksite’s reinforced ceiling began to peel open, slow but unstoppable, each segment sliding back to reveal a shaft of pale morning light. And in that light… shapes. Sleek. Inhuman. Dropping soundlessly into the chamber one by one. Julian’s voice cracked over comms, ragged. “They’re drones no” a sharp inhale “they’re him.” One landed with predator-like grace, knees bending smoothly, its surface rippling in the same oily black as Noa’s eyes. Then another. And another. The sound of their landing was almost too soft, too controlled. They stood in a perfect line, unmoving.

If he couldn't hide, he’d be chaos. The heavy sliding doors at the end of the hall hissed open. Four drones hovered into view, their sensor-dromes rotating in perfect, lock-step harmony. Behind them, a security detail of human proxies moved in an eerie, fluid lockstep. They were extensions of the Hive, puppets for an ancient hunger. "Found you, Randy," the central proxy spoke, its head tilting at a neck-breaking angle. The voice was distorted—Anji’s face, Sarah’s pitch, Arga’s cadence, all garbled into one mockery.

But her words struck a chord, stirring a memory I couldn’t quite grasp—something about a late-night conversation with the visitor, months ago, when they’d spoken in riddles about power, about secrets hidden in plain sight. Before I could ask more, a low hum cut through the rain—not a chopper this time, but a drone, its red lights blinking as it hovered above the alley. Scar cursed, raising his rifle, but the drone was fast, darting out of sight before he could fire. A second later, a sharp crack echoed, and the pavement exploded ten feet away, showering us with gravel.

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv

I will have to ask him to forgive me for suggesting that we shouldn’t kill John, if I come out of this alive. “First, I must tell you something personal. I can’t get sexual pleasure as a man because I don’t have fully formed organs. But every time I kill someone I get a lot of arousal until I achieve a climax just by looking at the body. It makes me get to what others call cloud nine, maybe even cloud ten because it's so shattering. As you can see, I am slowly getting aroused. I’ll let you die when the arousal levels reach a hundred percent. Right now we are at about sixty to seventy percent. We will have to wait, but we can talk all we want as we wait, can't we Alicia?” He touches his crotc

I didn’t feel the need to kill them unless it was absolutely necessary. " You know there is a permanent solution to this right ?! ” War zone said. " By permanent, I’m guessing you mean kill ?” I said. " Do you really think they would hesitate and do it to us ?" she asked me " We’re better than that. Besides, we are only going to do that if we absolutely need to," Just as we were having that conversation the floors opened and outside of it five mechanized drones ready to attack us. During the surprise, I started to sense the hybrids and the pain they were in.

I tried to stand, but my legs were lead. "Now, now, Lyra," Julian’s voice purred. "Let’s talk about the 'Ex-Wife' clause. You found the photo, didn't you? My first success. My son. You wondered why you’d never met him? It’s because he’s currently piloting the very drones that are hovering over your head." I looked up, my vision clearing as the Sovereign fire in my blood fought back against the blue corruption. High above, a fleet of drones moved in perfect synchronization. They weren't being flown by computers; the movement was too organic, too much like a pack hunting.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

For a heartbeat, the world stood still. Whether it was instinct or something deeper, Tunde nudged the shard behind a nearby crate of mining gear with the tip of his boot. He barely dared to breathe as the drones hovered closer, scanning the body, their sensors humming softly. They were looking for two things: confirmation of the kill… and the missing adrium. One of the drones descended with a mechanical hiss, red lights sweeping over the lifeless body. Another hovered in place, scanning the surrounding area. Tunde didn’t move. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him.