Murder Drones X Human Reader Novels & Stories

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

“Hunt with me for proof. For tunnels. For the men who used a child’s toy to buy time. We don’t answer ransom. We bind them with money, power, and a network. When we pull, the earth will cough them up.” The wolf rumbled, not surrender, not refusal. Luther nodded slowly. I hit send. Drones launched. Feeds lit. Teams moved. The drawer clicked shut. The tablet lay mute and dark like a defeated animal. I hadn’t answered Iron Fang. I had built a hunt that would be inevitable.

“Coordinated, intelligent, and… relentless.” Eli pressed a soft kiss to Damian’s temple, grounding him further. “Then we adapt. Together. Remember—control through trust.” The first wave intensified rapidly. Drones equipped with EMP pulses and advanced hacking software descended upon critical points, attempting to destabilize both Damian’s systems and the city infrastructure. Damian moved with fluid precision, neutralizing each strike while maintaining his human composure. Eli guided him in real time, whispering instructions and reminders to breathe, to focus, to remain grounded.

As Dominic approached, a low mechanical voice echoed through the space. “Unauthorized presence detected. Defense protocol initiating.” Pillars on either side of the room retracted, revealing sleek, humanoid security drones with glowing red sensors. Their arms shifted into non-lethal weapons—shock emitters, restraint tools—but he knew what they could do. “Figures,” Dominic murmured, pulling out his EMP pulse canister. He lobbed it to the floor. A loud crack erupted as electricity sizzled through the air. The drones twitched, staggered, then collapsed in heaps of sparking metal. Their red lights dimmed.

“There.” I follow her gaze, heart kicking up. Footprints in the mud, fresh, leading into the woods. Too big for Aiden’s usual tread. “Not him,” I say, gut twisting. “Someone else.” Before we can move, a low hum cuts through the rain—a drone, barely visible, hovering just above the trees. Its red light blinks, locking onto us. Ember curses, yanking me down as a dart hisses past, embedding in the wall behind us. “Tranqs,” she hisses. “They’re not playing.”

Seraphina’s voice confirmed it: “Empathy is a virus. You proved that when you left me behind, Scarlett. When you chose your humanity over evolution. But now, I will fix what you broke. Every human heart will beat in code. Controlled. Purified.” The ground beneath them trembled. A hidden door slid open. From the shadows emerged the Vanguard Drone a towering, humanoid machine made of obsidian metal and flashing red cores. It moved with the grace of a predator, not a robot. It didn’t walk it stalked. Damien raised his weapon. “Hostile inbound!” Scarlett turned to the terminal. “I can override it but I need time!” Sebastian and Damien moved as one, unleashing a hail of fire. The bullets sparked

My chest heaves a little as I keep the tornados out there turning, read for whatever is next – not because it’s hard or because I’m tired, but because I want more. I want to – I want to hurt them. I’m well aware that I’m killing people – that these are not just anonymous drones being sent by Atalaxian forces, but instead manned by real people with homes and families. But somehow, right now, I just – I can’t care.

I ask, looking between the two of them, hoping they're wrong. "As we said. We're not entirely sure at the moment. But we've scheduled a meeting with him. His lawyers will be present. Our lawyer has advised that we come up with a list of terms of agreement to ensure the safety of the pack." Zavian confesses, making me furrow my brows. "Wait, a second. Lawyers will be involved?" I reply, catching onto the one detail they seemed to have omitted. "Uh... Yes... Because Kaiden Marks is human." Colt interjects, making my brows go wide in disbelief. Are they seriously considering what's at stake right now? Do they really expect me to sell my pack to a human?!

Suddenly, a buzzing sound cut through the silence. Ren froze. He held up a fist. "Down!" They scrambled into the crater of a bombed-out storefront. Leo shielded Arthur with his body. Ren peeked over the edge of a concrete slab. Hovering at the edge of the fog, just past the Sector 9 fence line, was a Hunter-Killer Drone. Its red eye scanned the darkness. Its rotary cannons were spun up. It moved forward, crossing the invisible line into Sector 0. Whirrrrrr...

"The Vances are coming, Grace. And they aren't coming for the baby anymore. They're coming to erase the evidence of the failure. I can get you out. I have a vehicle a mile down the ridge." "Why?" I asked, clutching Florence tighter. "Why help us now?" Silas looked at Ethan—the man who was a copy of the boy he had once protected. "Because even a machine knows when the architect has gone mad. And Eleanor... she isn't in the servers anymore. She’s in Melanie. And Melanie is hungry." Outside, a low hum began to vibrate the stone walls of the lodge. Not the humming of people. The humming of a swarm. A thousand drones, their red eyes blinking in unison, rose from the valley like a cloud of mechani