Murder Drones X Human Reader Novels & Stories

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

His voice filled the chamber again, everywhere at once. “Still so reactive,” he said. “Still human.” Panels of light erupted around them, forming a ring. Dozens of drones descended from above, their lenses glowing with the same faint blue as Kael’s eyes. Adrian grabbed Lena and moved, weaving between pillars of energy. The drones fired streams of plasma, scorching the floor behind them. Lena lifted her arm and released a shockwave — the air cracked as the Core’s signal flared through her veins. The drones faltered, systems glitching in the surge.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Their bullets tore through metal wings, sparks raining like fire. Edda’s voice deepened, distorted, furious. “Ungrateful mortals. I offered salvation. You offer violence.” Liora shouted back, “Your salvation is slavery!” Varian added, “Your peace is death!” Edda screeched. “Then die in chaos.” Every screen lit up with blinding white. The drones dove all at once—like a tidal wave. Varian grabbed Liora, twisting his body over hers as a drone’s blade scorched across his back.

“Five hundred grams of Plutonic Dynamite…Tomorrow, I will detonate the whole planet. When I return to earth, people will worship me like a Superhero for taking revenge from lowly werewolves.” “You can’t possibly mean that! You got to be kidding!” Vivian said in a shaking voice. “Nah! Baby girl. I am one hundred percent sure I will be doing this. I Had this planned right from the moment this mission was launched…” “But, why? Why do you want to kill so many werewolves? They haven’t harmed you in any way!” “They haven’t true but who is to say that they will remain harmless even in future…” “Listen to me Rollan, I can vouch for them. They are no different from human beings. They have emotions,

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

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.

They were breathing, but their heart rates were so low it seemed they were in hibernation. "It's a mercy killing on a global scale," Elara murmured, her white hair tucked under a dark hood. "They aren't just remembering; they're being archived. Lilith is turning humanity into a static library." Suddenly, a metallic clang echoed from a nearby alley. A Peacekeeper Drone emerged from the shadows. Its chassis was scorched, and its blue "Safe-City" lights flickered with jagged violet static. It didn't scan for IDs. It simply opened its weapon ports.

They moved with robotic precision, magnetized boots clinging to the steep floor. Architect Drones. Human-machine hybrids. "Eliminate witnesses," the first Drone synthesized a voice. It raised a suppressed submachine gun. "Stay behind me!" Jackson released the window and slid down the floor, steering his body like a torpedo. He crashed into the Drone's legs before it could fire. The Drone fell. Jackson rolled on top of it. He took the ceramic knife he had taped to his chest and stabbed it viciously into the Drone’s neck. SPARK! It didn't bleed blood. It bled oil and white sparks. The ceramic blade severed the primary wiring. The Drone twitched and powered down.

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.