Murder Drones X Human Reader Novels & Stories

i thought he was different something in Damon that was still human, but i was wrong there was nothing human that was still left of damon,no good,no kindness,who must be stopped Draven's pov i was beside mauriels bed, i watched her sleep suddenly she woke up but i was gone, she started to search the house with curiosity to look for me but i ended up biting her, I woke up only to realize it was a dream and there was Damon sitting besides me "took you long enough, tell me we're you having a nightmare?, it didn't take me anything to get into your head, you really need some human blood Draven" he said , i angrily stood up from the bed and picked up a knife piercing it into his heart, but of cos i

Then, a voice echoed through the chamber—a voice that sent a chill through Damien’s spine. “Did you really think you could end it?” The voice was cold, mechanical. Familiar. Monroe’s voice. A blinding light flared from the central console, and the ground beneath them cracked open. Figures—humanoid drones—emerged from hidden compartments in the walls. They were like ghosts, their faces hidden behind helmets, their bodies covered in sleek, black armor. Damien’s heart pounded. “It’s a trap.” Aurora cursed, pulling her weapon free. “We need to move. Now.”

But her words struck a chord, stirring a memory I couldn’t quite grasp—something about a late-night conversation with the visitor, months ago, when they’d spoken in riddles about power, about secrets hidden in plain sight. Before I could ask more, a low hum cut through the rain—not a chopper this time, but a drone, its red lights blinking as it hovered above the alley. Scar cursed, raising his rifle, but the drone was fast, darting out of sight before he could fire. A second later, a sharp crack echoed, and the pavement exploded ten feet away, showering us with gravel.

"The Worldseed's here. The Rootmother hid it where the Silence wouldn't dare look." "Why?" I ask. "Because the Hive Queen *eats* gods," he says. A drone streaks overhead-a humanoid creature with moth wings and a face of overlapping fangs. The Hunter readies his gun. "Then we'd better move fast." --- **The Hive's Lullaby** The citadel's gates are rib bones, the walls pulsing like a heartbeat. Inside, the air vibrates with a hypnotic drone. Drones crawl over mounds of decaying flesh, their jaws dripping enzymes that dissolve bone.

His pace was steady at first, but when the dim emergency strips embedded in the wall blinked to life thin red lines barely strong enough to light the corridor beyond his steps quickened. Three priorities. They kept looping in his head, rotating in and out like a broken reel. Get Noa out. Shut ERA down. Stay alive long enough to do either. He’d only made it halfway when something moved at the edge of his vision. A drone. It stepped out of the shadows without sound, the oily-black surface of its frame shifting like molten metal, catching streaks of red light and bending them around its shape. The thing didn’t charge. Didn’t even twitch. It just tilted its head slightly to one side, a gesture s

Her voice is a dry, useless rasp. Elias doesn’t even look at her. He’s staring at those screens like a god tracking a storm he created. “Variant Seven,” he murmurs. “Your mother’s final architecture… perfected. Airborne now. Elegant. Efficient.” He pinches the tablet, zooming in on a forest feed. A pale, greasy mist pours from the underbelly of the drones—thin, almost invisible as it drifts on the wind like dust pretending to be harmless. “It doesn’t kill them quickly,” Elias continues, his tone dripping with an unholy sort of pride. “That would be crude. It rewrites them from the marrow out.”

The drone’s lens turned a violent, bloody red, and as it self-destructed in a flash of silver sparks, the last thing I heard was the sound of Dante’s mechanical laughter echoing through my own head. (Watch out for Chapter 224) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

" Fenris stated. He was watching the expressions go across his nephew's face. It still appeared that he had doubts even with everything he had told him. He knew he had to make him see what was going on. "Do you know what a drone is?" Fenris asked. Andre shook his head "no." Fenris began to explain. "A drone is a remotely controlled flying machine that they use for many things. In this case they used it as a weapon." He said. He leaned back in the chair and remembered back to the day that the horrible incident happened. "The humans had constructed thousands of these drones, lined with silver. They had explosives and bullets in them." Fenris said. "There was a village near Canada that werewolv

It lurched away from the overpass edge, swallowed by fog again, leaving us stranded on the dead bridge. A low, mechanical whine undercuts the sirens. I frowned. “What is that?” The answer came from below. Shape moved in the alleyways and broken streets under the overpass—sleek, low, wrong. They poured out of gaps like water: **dog‑like drones**, all sharp angles and metal plating, moving with twitchy, unnerving speed. Their bodies were matte black, jointed like wolves but too smooth, too precise. Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped.

They wanted me restless. Through the static in my comm, Hacker’s voice cracked: “Alpha, movement northwest ridge. Drones again—no, wait—human heat signatures with them.” “How many?” “Half dozen, maybe more.” “Keep Velia sealed in the lab. No one opens that door without my voice.” I ditched the earpiece, lungs burning with wet air. The forest swallowed me whole. Then I smelled it. Blood—fresh, sweet, laced with engine oil. The hybrid came at me from behind, silent as a ghost. I ducked, grabbed its arm, snapped the joint backward until gears screamed. Another lunged; I tore its head free with a sound like rending metal.