Murder Drones Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The Librarian said the 'Narrative Pull' goes away. I’ll know who you are, but I won't feel the 'Destiny' that brings me to you." "Then we'll find a new reason," I said. "We won't need destiny. We'll just have choice. Isn't that what we always wanted?" *BAM.* The front door of the Archive exploded. Three silver-eyed security drones flew into the room, their red searchlights scanning the shelves. They didn't have voices; they just had the sound of spinning blades. "Kaima! Rowan! In the chair! NOW!" the Librarian shouted. She grabbed a heavy book from her desk and threw it at the nearest drone. The book—a real, heavy, hardback copy—hit the drone’s lens, knocking it off course.

I would too if I were in her shoes. And the thing about murder? It is a good thing I was leaving, I need to be far away from matt and the trouble that he is inviting for himself. The Drenger brothers were a popular werewolf duo. They monopolized the sale of guns and drugs in the inner city; no one dared to touch a member of his criminal pack, not even the police. And now Matt is somehow mixed with them? Matt is more bad news than I thought. I heard receding footsteps and the door opened and was slammed shut almost immediately. I sighed in relief as she started the car and drove towards the gate. One last obstacle to my freedom; the moment we cross those huge gates, I would be saying goodbye

The result of her kill or contribution to Drakoen's plan didn't bring her any joy or sorrow. They left the Red River Pack without even arranging for the bodies to be buried. They were left to be eaten by vultures just like dead animals. When they got back to Drakoen's place, Mercedes went straight to her room and took a long hot shower. The running water removed the dried blood, sweat and dirt. It had become a routine for her. Drakoen and she have been going around killing the people who refused to surrender to him. So many people have already died and many continue to die elsewhere. Drakoen was determined to kill everyone for his new world. He didn't care about anything else or anyone.

“I quit running.” I rotated my hand. The bolt spun around. It hit the chest of the drone. The machine shuddered, sprayed, and exploded in a hail of metal and fire. It was still on the riverbed. The third drone moved away and rose in the air. Then it vanished in the clouds like something that never was. “Why did it not attack?” Malek asked, still gazing at the burning wreck. I dropped upon my knees in weariness. ****** We crouched in the ancient riverbed till darkness crept in through the trees.

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

Ayesha’s instincts screamed trap. And she was right. Halfway down the first corridor— The walls hissed open. Armed drones activated, targeting them instantly. “DOWN!” Adrian yelled, shoving Ayesha aside as the drones opened fire. The air filled with the whir of mechanical wings and the sharp crack of bullets. Leena rolled into cover, firing two precise shots. The first drone exploded, crashing to the ground in a tangle of sparks. But there were dozens more. Zayn cursed, pulling a small EMP grenade from his vest.

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria. Drones—not our drones, but sleek, black, insect-like machines—swarm through the broken windows. They have lasers. They start firing. "Defensive protocols!" Echo roars, his avatar expanding to shield the crowd. But the black drones tear through his code like paper. "It's a war," Alex yells, grabbing Kai and Emma. "It's an extermination," I realize, watching a drone vaporize a table. The celebration is over. The revolution is over. The invasion has begun.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg