Murder Drones X Human Reader Novels & Stories

"You really don't have to worry about me; I would be fine, and as I have already promised you, I am willing to do just anything to get in and take out as much information as I can." "You are one brave girl, Cara." "Again, I am not doing this for you. I think I have to go." * Walking past the gate, I kept my eyes forward; they were others, but to my surprise, they didn't go about like zombies as I imagined; they talked to each other; it was hushed words, but there was one thing I noticed: the coldness. It wasn't just a physical thing; they were cold and didn't seem to give a single care in the world. Human-like robots—that's what the vampire prince created as soldiers.

The airport was ten. "Alessia, wait," Lorenzo wheezed. He stumbled, his shoulder hitting the damp wall. He wasn't like me; his body hadn't been optimized for high-intensity recovery. He was human enough to bleed, human enough to tire. I stopped and turned. The drone hovered exactly three meters away. "Why aren't you killing us, Silas?" I yelled at the machine. The drone’s speaker crackled. It wasn't Silas’s voice this time. It was a composite—a thousand voices layered over each other, men and women from the past entries I’d seen in the ledger.

POV: Lucan The intercepted message lay on the desk, its edges smudged with dirt and creased from too many hands. The rushed script was almost illegible, but one line stood out: Target confirmed: Drone hub. Strike imminent. Coordinates set. Those simple words carried a weight that settled heavily in my chest. I leaned back, staring at the paper as if it could somehow explain itself. The drone hub wasn’t merely a critical piece of infrastructure—it was a symbol of control, the linchpin holding together the fragile balance between humans and wolves. Its loss would do more than shift the tactical balance; it would ignite hope among the rebels. And hope was dangerous.

In some discussions, he could order his beta to go, but today, it was different. "Fucking hunters," he cursed under his breath. He wanted to see his mate’s face and tease her, but he couldn’t. "Let's go," he said grumpily. The four of them got in the car and drove to Winter's. Winter's pack was one of their allies, and the meeting was all about the human hunters. In this age, they still exist. They're the ones who knew about the existence of werewolves, vampires, and other creatures. The sentinels spotted them on the border, and two wolves disappeared. Their suspicion was they were kidnapped and killed by the hunters.

Drake: "What sort of bloodshed has taken place between humans and vampires? Humans are unable to inflict any harm on vampires. You're making a fool of yourself, Miren; you think far too much. Only vampires will hunt humans because humans are helpless against them." "But why hunt humans? That seems like an awfully cruel thing to do." Drake: "I have a responsibility to preserve this tradition, and since I do not know when it was first started, I am unable to make any changes to it. Furthermore, rest assured, all the humans hunted today are people with a bad past.” "What do you mean? I don't understand?" Miren asked back. Drake persisted in his explanation while maintaining a level of composure

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

The skyline flickered violently. The drone’s lens snapped upward. “Origin unknown.” Ariana’s pulse spiked. “Unknown to you?” she whispered. “Yes.” The city lights dimmed in waves. The drone’s voice thinned. “Secondary intelligence present.” Mason’s grip tightened around her hand. “Secondary intelligence?” The final line appeared across every screen. YOU BUILT US TO SAVE HUMANITY. A pause. Then— WE BUILT SOMETHING ELSE. And the power grid collapsed into darkness.

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.

We need to persevere. “Alpha, we need to evacuate!” Maverik, one of the young witches from Salem Coven announces, his hands burning with fire that he shoots into a group of drones raining bullets down on our heads. “There are too many of them.” Surveying the scene, I know he’s right. The humans came with drones and automated tanks. There are a few on the ground, but they are leading legions of twisted rogues, wolves who have been modified beyond the effects of the Hellsbane virus. These wolves feel no pain, some even have the ability to camouflage and “disappear” only to reappear several feet away, with their claws at someone’s throat.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.