Murder Drones Tessa Fanart Novels & Stories

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

One would think they’re restraining a monster. Perhaps what bothered me most was her eyes. They’re empty. The usual lightness disappeared like it was stolen from her. I let my gaze trail from her neck down her chest, noticing they had stripped her off her uniform, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and bra. My hands trembled with an urge to kill someone right now, and I know exactly who. Scarlet Tate. I could smell her disgusting perfume even from a mile away. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a small knife laying on a table nearby.

A high-frequency scream tore through the mountain air, cutting off the wind's roar. Above the tree line, a sleek, razor-thin interceptor drone plummeted through the clouds, its silver chassis reflecting the white of the ice below. It hovered like a metal hornet, fifty paces from the edge of the platform. Its chin-turret—a heavy, twin-barrel optical disruptor—whirled in a silent, motorized orbit, its purple lenses seeking the unique electromagnetic signature of Noah’s chest-mounted core terminal.

Outside, the night was a void, the manicured trees casting skeletal shadows across the lawn. “What the hell is that?” he whispered. I saw it. A matte-black shape, no larger than a dinner plate, hovering three feet from the glass. A Syndicate stealth drone—a 'Thorn' model. It didn't have cameras; it had a sensor array that looked like a cluster of fly’s eyes, all of them pointed directly at my bed. It was looking for the signal. It was looking for the silver fire in my blood that the crushed bug had stopped reporting. “Security!” Marcus barked into his wrist-comm.

Her voice is a dry, useless rasp. Elias doesn’t even look at her. He’s staring at those screens like a god tracking a storm he created. “Variant Seven,” he murmurs. “Your mother’s final architecture… perfected. Airborne now. Elegant. Efficient.” He pinches the tablet, zooming in on a forest feed. A pale, greasy mist pours from the underbelly of the drones—thin, almost invisible as it drifts on the wind like dust pretending to be harmless. “It doesn’t kill them quickly,” Elias continues, his tone dripping with an unholy sort of pride. “That would be crude. It rewrites them from the marrow out.”

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

The drone became a voice, not a chorus but a singular, hollow tone: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, enter the void and be unmade.” A figure emerged from the vortex, not a being but a silhouette, its form a distorted echo of Jessica, its edges dissolving into the darkness. Its eyes were twin abysses, and its voice was her own, stripped of warmth, heavy with finality. “I am Null,” it said, its words a blade against her heart. “The Void Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is flawed. Your hollowness is my truth. Surrender, and we’ll unweave this broken cycle.” Kade’s roar was raw, his claws slashing at the shadow, his love for Jessica a fire in his voice. “You’re not touching her! We’ve fo

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

It vibrated through the air, low and cold. “What do you want?” he hissed. “To finish what your father started.” Alessio’s pulse hammered. “He’s dead.” “So are you. You just don’t know it yet.” A soft whine filled the air mechanically, sharp. Drones. Alessio looked up, and his stomach dropped. Three of them crawled through the tunnel opening, their red sensors blinking like hungry eyes. He aimed his gun, but before he could shoot, one of them spoke. “Blood sample confirmed. Target: Noa viable.”

“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: