Murder Drones X Human Reader Novels & Stories

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

They weren't soldiers; they were drones, their minds completely subsumed by the Sovereign’s network. "They’re like me," I whispered, a wave of nausea hitting me. "They're all like me." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of me as the drones began to circle us. "They’re empty. You’re full. Don't let them in, Ruby!" The drones attacked with a terrifying, synchronized speed. Nevan was a whirlwind of violence, his movements a masterclass in lethal defense. He fired with surgical precision, taking out the drones’ legs to disable them without killing—still trying to preserve some shred of the humanity they had lost.

Three drones swiveled toward her, their laser lenses humming as they charged for a lethal burst. Elara didn't flinch. She reached out her hand toward the nearest drone. She didn't think of it as a machine; she thought of it as a part of the Heart. She felt the Electromagnetic Spectrum (the range of all types of radiation, including the signals that control the drones) like a guitar string. She plucked it. “Shutdown,” she commanded. The three drones didn't just stop; they collapsed. Their power cores flickered and died, and they fell to the floor with a hollow metallic clatter.

Kai hissed. He shoved me back, his arm a bar of iron across my chest. We froze. At the far end of the corridor, where the shadows pooled thickest, a drone drifted into view. It wasn’t one of the friendly campus delivery bots. This was a Hunter model, sleek, black chrome, shaped like a teardrop, with a single, glowing red eye scanning the floor. It hovered, the hum of its anti-grav engine vibrating in my teeth. It turned. The red eye swept toward us.

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

"They’re just doing it with a 'Peacekeeping' logo." ​The Breach of the Gutter ​The conversation was cut short by a high-pitched, metallic whine. ​"Drones!" Maya screamed. ​The ceiling of the Gutter exploded. Three UN "Seeker" drones, spherical, chrome-plated machines armed with neural-paralyzers, dropped into the shanty-town. They didn't target the Vanes first; they targeted the Un-Linked. ​"No!" Leo roared. ​He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the runes on his skin. He felt the "Wild Resonance" he had discovered in the Sub-Core; the primal, unrefined power of the wolf.

I tried to stand, but my legs were lead. "Now, now, Lyra," Julian’s voice purred. "Let’s talk about the 'Ex-Wife' clause. You found the photo, didn't you? My first success. My son. You wondered why you’d never met him? It’s because he’s currently piloting the very drones that are hovering over your head." I looked up, my vision clearing as the Sovereign fire in my blood fought back against the blue corruption. High above, a fleet of drones moved in perfect synchronization. They weren't being flown by computers; the movement was too organic, too much like a pack hunting.

All she wanted to do was rest her sore body until she didn’t feel pain anymore. AFTERNOON came when Drake’s Beta suddenly rushed towards him with a pale face. “Alpha!” Beta Dillon called. Without an obeisance, he continued. “Alpha, there’s an unforeseen attack from the outside this morning. Some of our soldiers were slaughtered,” he informed, trembling. Drake’s forehead knitted. He looks livid and ready to kill someone mercilessly. “Who the fuck are they?” “Humans, Alpha,” Beta Dillon answered. Drake balled his fists; his face became expressionless. “Are you sure about that? Don’t you know the rouge actions lately? They’re quiet and not attacking anymore after the last encounter with them.”

"The drone... Did not let me go. It... Connected... With my spine." "Oh, God! Christian!" I screamed. I dropped the knife. Threw myself forward. I ignored my leg and crashed onto my knees at his feet. His skin was ice-cold. His body shook violently. "Marcus! Help me get him down! Help me!" Marcus dropped the crowbar. Rushed to help. Deborah brought blankets to warm Christian up. Julian used his scanner to look at Christians neck. The drone arm was, like a parasite! It drove needles into Christians spine to keep him alive while he was underwater.

She smiles fondly at her baby. The weight of her words makes me sad. I had that with Derek and now I can never go back. He doesn't even know who I am. And I'm not so naive as to think that Liam will naturally come around and want some semblance of a normal relationship with me. I'd be more surprised to find out that unicorns are real. Well... actually. I should probably ask about that. "Hey," Kara says while resting her hand on my knee. "If anyone can get through to Alpha, it's you. He needs you just as much as the pack does."