Murder Drones Stories Novels & Stories

‘Friends! Listen to me’, cried the young man in white blood-stained chiton, whose sister has been forcibly abducted by the prince of this tribe. Everyone had gathered there to listen to what Argus had to say. Argus, along with Selene and a few others stood on a high platform in front of the fort, made especially for announcements and delivering speeches. Fabian has been carried to his chambers for rest and treatment. The corpse of Karmen was covered by a cloth and was laid on a jeweled bed nearby. All around people talking in hushed tones. Women were silently shedding tears. Men were whispering the grave tidings among each other. Everyone had one question: who killed him and why?

The police department later underwent a major purge, and the work environment became much cleaner. I enjoyed a period of relative ease… until one night. After working late, I went to the underground parking garage. Just as I was about to get into my car, a sharp pain pierced my chest. I looked down. The bloodied tip of a blade had thrust through my chest. Drops of blood fell, one by one. "Mayor Bowser."

unconscious rider. "We need to know what they know." I put the earpiece in. Static. Then, a voice. "...Patrol 4, report. Did you find the debris field?" I stayed silent. "Patrol 4? Respond." Then, a new voice cut in. A voice that made my blood run cold. It wasn't a mercenary captain. It was Elder Vane. "If they are not responding," Vane’s smooth, oily voice said over the channel, "assume they have engaged the targets. Deploy the drone swarm to their last known coordinates. And remember the narrative: No survivors. The avalanche killed them. We are just recovering remains." I ripped the earpiece out. "They aren't looking for prisoners," I told Damian. "Vane is running the op. He wants us dea

"Hold them off!" Xander didn't shift, but he let the Alpha-Prime energy pool in his fists, hitting the drones with raw kinetic force. They weren't just stealing data; they were taking back the stolen dignity of their kind. As the drive turned green, the team vanished into the night, leaving the ATG Tower humming with the sound of a billion lost credits. While the Quads fought in the glass canyons of Chicago, Evangeline stood in a much older cathedral.

They hadn’t actually got burned so I mean that’s a win in my book. “I said let go and you wouldn’t! Just leave me alone. We are over, end of story” I growl gruffly, I was livid, I needed to get away from her before I actually had to kill her. I jump off the ground and I rush back home. I just couldn’t be bothered with her. I couldn’t be bothered with anything anymore. Drake’s POV “Iv called you all here today to discuss the animal attacks and murder, listen I’m not accusing anyone but I’m honestly bewildered, I am out of Options and I just can’t find the culprit so I’m asking you all to help”

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

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.

Life is too short to let people play with you defend yourself even if violence is the only answer . At the end you get what you gave . Narrator point of view (Continuing from the last chapter ) The night was silent no commotion was heard the moon had hid behind the clouds not wanting to witness the bloodshed which was bound to happen . Drake's and his men cars were travelling in the night they knew what was coming and how to deal with it but it was the first time Drake felt nervous he was happy that his wife was finally accepting their relation , their marriage and him . Admit all the chaotic thoughts his heart told him that he can die it's not his time yet , his wife was waiting for him he

Ethan ripped his hands away from the wheel and drew his silver-plated revolver from his inner holster. Two tactical scout drones rounded the corner of the stone archway, their lenses glowing a cold, analytical crimson. The moment their sensors locked onto Ethan's heat signature, their internal weapon pods opened, preparing to fire high-voltage paralytic darts. Ethan didn't give them the chance. Moving with impossible, fluid precision, he fired three consecutive shots. The heavy lead bullets slammed directly into the optical centers of the drones, shattering their glass lenses and sending sparks flying across the stone floor. The broken machines collapsed into useless heaps of metal, their ge

“It could mean they’re all linked to it. Like a central processor for a hive mind. Maybe they look so similar because they’re part of one giant organism.” The problem with having a thorough knowledge of science-fiction tropes was that you were never short of a stupid idea. A bunch of drones working to fulfil the commands of a giant green brain? Sure, why not? It might even be true. It wouldn’t be the craziest lifestyle choice we’d encountered in this world. “Do you think we should follow him?” asked Jenny. We could still see the druid. The thing about running away down a long straight road was that your escape took a long time and was very visible. We could also see the other druids calling