Murder Drones Title Novels & Stories

“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.

“Behind you.” Mae spun and shattered a second drone with violet force. The blast ripped through its core, then jumped to every machine connected to the same signal. Hundreds of drones fell from the sky like dead birds, smashing across streets and rooftops. The paralysis tower flickered. Every frozen body in the city inhaled at once.

"It's a fact that she set Luna up! Why is there even a need to check the surveillance? Lock her up in the closet, and she's not allowed any food or water! I want her to pay for this a thousand times over!" … The memory of that fateful day flashed across my eyes until Trent's scream suddenly dragged me back to my senses. Trent came running out, his eyes wide with horror. "Mrs. Rummish… No, I mean Kelly… Kelly's dead! It's horrible! She died so horribly!"

Without thinking, Alma lunged forward, stabbing the dagger into the figure’s shoulder, but no blood came out. The figure laughed. Sparks flew. “Damn,” Ezra breathed. “It’s not a person. It’s a drone.” The drone stepped forward, metal exposed under the skin. “Time to burn, bride and groom,” it growled. Ezra tackled it, smashing its head into the wall while Alma sprinted down the hall. As she reached the villa’s stairwell, another drone blocked her path. But this one spoke her name. “Alma Sapphire Deacon. Subject 02. Welcome home.”

"She didn't die... she transferred. She is... in the network. She is... the virus." Suddenly, the helicopter’s instrument panel began to scream. The monitors flickered, the GPS spinning wildly. "We’re being jammed!" the pilot yelled. "Electronic warfare! They’ve locked onto our signature!" Dante stood up, his hand going to the side-mounted tactical rifle. He looked out the window. Emerging from the mist were three silver drones—sleek, silent, and armed with high-frequency pulse cannons. "The Owners," Dante spat. "They don't want the server anymore. They want to sanitize the site."

Her eyes were wide anxiously waiting for his next move, like a deer in the headlights. Someone cleared their throat. "Miss Holland?" Ashlyn pulled her arm from Derek's gentle grip and wiped it dry on her shirt. She turned in her chair, creating further distance between herself and Derek, to face the Doctor who stood before them. "Mr. Weber is awake and asking for you."

Half-mouthed. A young, executive-type guy in a plum-colored shirt, open tie, looks me up and down as he passes, turning his head to catch my gaze over his shoulder. My eyes freeze on him as the third one twitches open. I catch it shut, slamming down an image of him stumbling forward as he grabs at his throat—something black sluicing from his mouth, running over his hands. Hot as tar. Smoking where it spreads. There’s panic in his eyes. Like he doesn’t know why. He’s gone when I see clear again. Another stranger I killed for no reason.

Camilla’s laptop beeps frantically, drawing Maya’s attention. “What is it now?” Maya asked, her voice filled with dread. Camilla’s face went pale as she read the alert. “They’ve deployed drones. And they’re armed.” Maya’s heart sank as the sound of whirring blades filled the air, signaling the arrival of a new, deadlier threat. Outside, Zane stood, his silver eyes narrowing as he watched the drones approach. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice cold and determined.

Tears blur my vision, and I run down the stairs, needing him. I trip on the last stair, and I feel a pain explode in my knees. I hiss in pain and almost just want to stay lying there. I hear loud footsteps running to me. I look up through wet eyes to see Martin, Bryat, and Lena in front of me. Martin bends down to hold me, and Bryat and Lena watch. The moment I feel his warmth, I forget the pain in my knees, but the pain erupting through my heart kills me. “They were murdered,” I hear my broken voice say.

12 Sectors. 12 Sectors that each of us had to clear along with each of their security checks and traps. Grant now releasing a couple of drones given to us by Tony once we had cleared the base of the mountain. Our drones designed specifically with reflectors to help them blend in with their surrounding area. Kind of like a camouflage. The drones giving us a boost to our systems while giving Tony and his team the access they needed to hack into each security system. Because without our bots, our gear would have been fried upon setting foot into the first set of traps. Each of us passing through 3 EMP grids, 2 land mines and 4 turrets. Each turret designed to hold poison arrows and toxic gas.