Murder Drones Stories Novels & Stories

The second drone launch was more ambitious. Clara had modified the drone with a larger battery pack and extended-range communication system, allowing it to fly deeper into the valley and stay aloft for longer periods. She had also equipped it with a high-resolution camera that could capture images in near-darkness, essential for the long, grey days of the apocalypse. She launched the drone at dawn, the sky a pale, watery grey that offered little light. The drone rose into the air, its rotors humming, its camera feed appearing on her tablet. She guided it toward the Mill Creek property, her eyes fixed on the thermal imaging.

Adrian hissed into his dead comms, "you lying bastard, you gave them our exact position, didn't you?" The silence from his earpiece was the only answer he needed. The red laser lock settled firmly on his chest, then moved to Victor’s. The end was no longer a question; it was a countdown. And as the whine of the drone’s cannon reached a crescendo, Adrian realized that for all his strength, for all his enhancements, he was still just a man trapped in a world that wanted him deleted. He didn't run. He grabbed Victor’s hand, squeezed it tight, and stared directly into the drone’s unblinking, mechanical eye.

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.

This was because all of the victims were bleeding and there were several bite marks on the victim's bodies. But I think it's just a coincidence. If it exists, I don't know what to do. There's no way something like vampires exists. "You think the same as me, don't you Frey?" I said to Frey. I told Frey about it when I visited her that night. About vampires and bullshit hotly talked about by the citizens. Frey just smiled and nodded slowly in response to me. To be precise, Frey looked a little reserved today. She didn't seem to be listening to the conversation.

My thoughts get more mucked up as I shower and start to get ready for the day. I joined a University here in Draphend to try and fit in as much as possible while I'm here. The university has some very interesting courses regarding myths, legends, and the supernatural. Maybe I can find out more about myself while I'm here. I have so many questions I need answers to. Once Mr. Draven informed me they were vampires I read as much as I could on the topic in their library downstairs. Mr. Draven assured me that I was safe as they no longer dined on humans but instead hunted animals to quench their thirst for blood. I assured him I felt in no danger but I still wanted to know everything I could and

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

It lurched away from the overpass edge, swallowed by fog again, leaving us stranded on the dead bridge. A low, mechanical whine undercuts the sirens. I frowned. “What is that?” The answer came from below. Shape moved in the alleyways and broken streets under the overpass—sleek, low, wrong. They poured out of gaps like water: **dog‑like drones**, all sharp angles and metal plating, moving with twitchy, unnerving speed. Their bodies were matte black, jointed like wolves but too smooth, too precise. Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped.

There was a buzzing sound in my mind. I spoke without even realizing it. "W-What did you just say?" I asked. "I drove in to pick up my son, but I hit the gas instead of the brake and ran over a little boy. His face was covered in blood. He was wearing that blue hoodie just like the one your son always wears–" I was about to explain when Esther Lawson cut me off. "Eve Spencer, just get over here now! I swear I didn't mean to do it!"

"Hidden like a parasite behind the waterfalls of Mount Meru. A fortress led by a radicalized extremist named Malik. They call themselves the 'New Dawn,' Beatrice. But make no mistake—they don't want coexistence. They don't want to live beside you. They want to replace you. They believe your humanity is an obsolete operating system, and they are the upgrade." Tindo reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black remote. He clicked it, and the massive LED screen behind them flickered to life. The footage was grainy, tinted with the green hue of night-vision surveillance. It was leaked from the Hive’s security servers—likely sold to Tindo by a disgruntled 'Six' employee. It showed Baraka,

From the far end of the next corridor, three small shapes darted into view. Drones. It's not the sleek, commercial kind. These were jury‑rigged—maintenance bots retrofitted with sensor arrays and taser rigs, the ugly child of a Roomba, and a riot control catalog. “Non‑lethal, my ass,” Dante repeated. They came at knee‑height, fast. Jax dropped, fired. The first drone sparked, skidding sideways. The second juked. Too smart. Niko swore, fingers flying on his pad.