Murder Drones Stories Novels & Stories

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

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.”

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

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.