Murder Drones Tessa Fanart Novels & Stories

“This is not the appropriate place for us to meet. This is the most deadly..." “Snap it out!” Elora gave a warning and got to her feet. "I have to murder her tonight so she will not be able to spill anything at all because we can not disclose this," she said, bending down to pick up the blade, only to find it missing from the room. "It is not here anymore, but I kept it here. What should I call it? Does it have wings, or did it just disappear?” The Beta faced her. "What exactly are you looking for?"

I said. “Are they here for you?” Charlotte asked worriedly. “No. They think I’m dead,” I said and looked at Kiran. “They’re coming for you and Malachi.” “How do you know this?” Adara asked me. “I have a friend, she’s brilliant and she sent me the file,” I said. “What if she tells them you’re still alive?” Adara asked. “She doesn’t work for anybody. She’s more like a sister to me, but with crazy skills when it comes to hacking,” I said. “I trust her with my life and she’s known for a while that I’m still alive.”

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort to gather crucial information before retreating. The energy pulses, unleashed by the drone, caused the vortex to writhe in response. A wave of raw psychic energy slammed against them, momentarily overwhelming the drone's shielding. Anya, flooded with fragmented images of consumed worlds and insatiable hunger, glimpsed the true horror of the entity. Then, with a surge of willpower, they activated the drone's self-destruct sequence. A blinding flash engulfed the area,momentarily pushing back the darkness. In that fleeting moment, they managed to transmit a data packet containing their horrifying discovery.

Wedged in the wrong folder of Battle Records, between Nora Carver’s post-combat trauma profile and Elias Everly’s debilitated spellcasting log, I found it. Not a file, really. Just a name. A snippet of text, coded into a faculty-only message thread from four months back. Subject: Confirmed Target – Draven Kael (Interregnum Asset). Genetically engineered hybrid. Original mandate: dragon-class takedown. My throat went dry. It was there, finally. Not a whisper. Not a hunch. Hard, unarguable evidence. Proof that he wasn’t who he claimed to be. That he hadn’t come for my sister by accident.

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.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

As they turned to run, the far doors slid open, and a swarm of Sentinel Drones (small, flying combat robots equipped with non-lethal tasers and lethal micro-lasers) flooded the room. "Down!" Kazimir tackled Elara to the floor, shielding her body with his own as the first volley of lasers scorched the air where they had been standing.

Face-to-Face Again Through the crackling comm, Natalia’s cold voice echoed, sharp and venomous: "Did you really think... you could escape me?" Her scarred face flickered onto the holographic display, twisted into a deadly smirk. "You’re not survivors... you’re already dead." The Trap Closes The ceiling compartments burst open, releasing non combat drones armed with turret rifles, their red targeting beams locking on. Damien surged forward, cutting through the nearest drone with brutal precision, his dark eyes fierce. Vanessa dropped back, firing fast, taking out three guards before they could reinforce the entrance.

Sleek, hovering, silent. It scanned the corridor slowly searching, hunting. Jessica's heartbeat thundered in her ears. She hugged Aurora tighter, shielding her with her own body. Romeo tapped Jessica's thigh wait. But the drone pivoted abruptly, it's red eye flashing as it locked onto their heat signatures. Jessica held her breath. Romeo fired. The bullet hit clean metal shattered, sparks exploded, and the drone spiraled down, crashing with a shrienk of breaking steel. But it's death cry echoed through the tunnel.