Murder Drones X Human Reader Novels & Stories

I was free, but nowhere felt safe. A sound split the silence behind me—a low, mechanical hum. My pulse spiked. Drones. Human ones this time. Their red eyes swept across the wreckage like predators searching for a scent. I dove into a culvert, pressing myself into the mud as the searchlights passed inches from my face. The air trembled with their energy beams. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent command to the power inside me—hide, please, hide. And for once, it obeyed. The light shifted away.

Her eyes fell on another category, humans? I circulated papers feeling suspicious, they are all empty! I continued until I reached the last page and found some small writing in blood "You will be killed as soon as you meet your girlfriend" What? You didn't understand anything why werewolves would be killed once he met his mate?? “Nonsense,” she muttered, carelessly throwing the book to cover herself and falling asleep, tired from traveling and from what she had recently been through ... She walked slowly in the dark and was never afraid. She stopped her movement when she saw him in front of her, in his uniform and cold features.

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

In Sector 4, you learn early that predators hunt you when you rennst. My hand slipped into my boot shank. My fingers closed around narrow, sharp drone rotor blade. It was a ridiculous weapon against three full armed hounds and a cybernetic monster. But I wasn't a lab rat. I was a survivor. I saw the whipmaker right into his intact eye. “Tell it, you chrome-plated piece of scrap.” The man stopped. No one in these labs talked to him. A cold, murderischer Funkeln came into his eye. “Undrawn little thing. I'll be

he disclosed in detail. “Can the drones be intercepted ?” Jax quizzed. “No. The drones are programmed to self destroy themselves and when these bots are intercepted then they roll a series of balls before they decimate their existence,” he explained. “What are those balls ?” Jax interrogated. “They are baby bombs but they contain shards of glass and silver so the interceptor can be killed,” he answered. “How do you contact a ghost communicator ?” Jax grilled. “That’s not how it works, Sir. In this trade, there is minimal communication between the stakeholders. The request is made through mindlinks. This way no human can barge into the cartel,” he earnestly answered.

"Hold them off!" Xander didn't shift, but he let the Alpha-Prime energy pool in his fists, hitting the drones with raw kinetic force. They weren't just stealing data; they were taking back the stolen dignity of their kind. As the drive turned green, the team vanished into the night, leaving the ATG Tower humming with the sound of a billion lost credits. While the Quads fought in the glass canyons of Chicago, Evangeline stood in a much older cathedral.

of thermal turbulence. The drones hovered for a heartbeat, their blue "Chronicle" beams searching the mist. Finding no "Functional" target, they "Recursive-looped" back toward the city ruins. "The machine can't see what it can't quantify," Ethan said, watching the mist clear as they approached the western bank. "It’s the 'Human Error' of the steam. It’s too messy for their ledger." The Arrival at the West

"Nobody closes it without my say." A Scrapper drone burst through the elbow joint. It was a fusion of a spider and a buzzsaw. I drove my hand forward. The vacuum of the Seventh Seal erupted from my palm. It caught the drone mid-air. The Multiversal market was open. The first customer was trying to break the shop.

As Anna read through the text, she sprang out of her laying position and re-read the shocking message to a person named D. 'I won't let you kill Drake, I will expose you before you can do anything. '

I tried to pull my hand away, unable to stand how cold it was but he wouldn't budge. " Y-Your hand is cold," I told him and he let my hand go like I burned him. I took my hand back and rubbed my hands together to warm up. He is crazily cold. Im sure he is not human because a human can't be cold like that. " My bad. I forgot you are human now," he says confusing me more. What did he even mean by that? I couldn't help but his presence made me feel uneasy. I wanted to leave but I wasn't going to make the first move so I hope he left instead. I wanted Blake to be by my side so badly. Then this creep wouldn't have taken the liberty to approach me.