Murder Drones Song Novels & Stories

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.

“Dominion taught them new tricks.” The nearest drone shifted, its arm unfolding into a rotating blade that caught the lamplight. “On my mark,” Jun whispered. But before he could speak again, one of the drones lunged. The sound was mechanical and wet at once — the screech of servos, the slap of water as it crossed the flooded floor. Jun fired once, the shot echoing in the confined chamber. The bullet hit the drone’s shoulder, sparking a burst of orange light, but it didn’t fall. It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking.

They weren't soldiers; they were drones, their minds completely subsumed by the Sovereign’s network. "They’re like me," I whispered, a wave of nausea hitting me. "They're all like me." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of me as the drones began to circle us. "They’re empty. You’re full. Don't let them in, Ruby!" The drones attacked with a terrifying, synchronized speed. Nevan was a whirlwind of violence, his movements a masterclass in lethal defense. He fired with surgical precision, taking out the drones’ legs to disable them without killing—still trying to preserve some shred of the humanity they had lost.

System: :: LAST ENTRY: 3 DAYS PRIOR :: USER: VALE, E. :: COMMENT: STATE PRESERVED – ABSENCE CONDITION ACTIVE She sits slowly. No alert sounds. No interface prompt initiates. But the drone in the corner shifts slightly not toward her. Away. Like it’s making room. Daya stares at it. “Why’d you do that?” The drone’s voice is quiet. “There might be someone else you’re not ready to forget yet.” Across the facility, absence tags grow.

The ice groaned as massive shards rose up like jagged teeth, forming a crescent-shaped barrier around the trembling survivors. The first wave of drones arrived with a scream of jet turbines. They circled like vultures, their undersides glowing red from kinetic repeaters. "INCOMING!" Sarah screamed, diving behind a slab of carbon-fiber. The ice-shelf erupted, sending frozen shrapnel flying as the drones opened fire. The "Erasers" weren't just shooting bullets; they fired incendiary rounds meant to melt the glacier and drown the survivors in freezing water. Kael didn't hide. He moved with a predator's grace, faster than a human should be able to move. The "Origin" energy absorbed from his fath

"The Worldseed's here. The Rootmother hid it where the Silence wouldn't dare look." "Why?" I ask. "Because the Hive Queen *eats* gods," he says. A drone streaks overhead-a humanoid creature with moth wings and a face of overlapping fangs. The Hunter readies his gun. "Then we'd better move fast." --- **The Hive's Lullaby** The citadel's gates are rib bones, the walls pulsing like a heartbeat. Inside, the air vibrates with a hypnotic drone. Drones crawl over mounds of decaying flesh, their jaws dripping enzymes that dissolve bone.

"Don't look up, Victor." "I think I see it," Victor breathed, his eyes fixed on the shadows above. "The drone. It’s hovering right over us." Adrian felt a surge of adrenaline, the kind that tasted like battery acid. The drone began to emit a high-pitched, harmonic whine—a prelude to a kinetic strike that would turn the entire ridge into a grave. "Hold onto the rock," Adrian whispered, his muscles coiling, preparing for a leap that he knew would shatter his remaining hydraulics.

Its warmth emanated almost immediately, and they both smiled with satisfaction. "Thanks." Derek grinned, standing and dusting his hands on his pants. She stared longer than she should have when he turned to grab another piece of firewood. After dinner, the seven of them sat around the fire with full bellies and full hearts. The classical melody with a twist presented by Lindsey Stirling - Derek's pick - had them all gently swaying and tapping their toes. When the song ended, and the introduction of Hallelujah came over the speaker, Ashlyn's eyes were drawn to Abel as he stood, his hands clasped in front of him. The hushed conversations died out, everyone tuning in for what he had to say.

I fall back against the rope, breathless as a new song begins to play so loud it's like the beat of my heart. “Welcome To The Circus,” by Five Finger Death Punch.

The hum changes pitch — higher, sharper. Nora swears. “They found us!” The tunnel shakes as drones breach the upper vents. Red beams slice through the shadows. Everyone scrambles. Adrian grabs my hand, pulling me behind a column. “Nora, get the drives out!” he shouts. “I’m on it!” Sparks shower from the ceiling. A drone crashes nearby, smoke filling the chamber. I cough, eyes stinging. Adrian shields me with his body, returning fire with a pulse weapon. Somewhere above, an amplified voice echoes through the tunnel: