Z Murder Drones Novels & Stories

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

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.

[Seraphine's POV] I was on the brink of death, almost killed, all because I had forgotten the essence of our plan. True to its name, the Thunder Maze was indeed a labyrinth possessed by the Thunder God, and it was the ultimate weapon to defeat anyone trapped inside. The labyrinth I beheld still resembled an ordinary black maze, as if it had emerged from the depths of the earth. After a considerable time, the air around me suddenly grew calm, signaling the onset of the second round.

His assistant’s grip on the intruder tightened instinctively. "What the..." Martinez started, but his words were cut off as a blinding light swept over them. A black drone hovered above, its camera lens glinting in the moonlight. It circled them once, twice, then darted toward the intruder. "Get down!" Martinez shouted, shoving his assistant to the ground just as the drone released a thick cloud of smoke. The air filled with choking fumes, blinding them instantly. Martinez coughed, his eyes stinging as he waved his hand in front of him, but through the haze, he caught one crucial detail; the tracker was still stuck to the intruder’s collar.

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

"What's going on? It's just a kidney. Why hasn't it been done yet?" The doctor said apologetically, "I'm very sorry. Your daughter was envenomed. Her organs have been destroyed by the toxin and can't be used. And she's already passed away. Her body is in our morgue. Please come to claim her as soon as possible."

"She didn't die... she transferred. She is... in the network. She is... the virus." Suddenly, the helicopter’s instrument panel began to scream. The monitors flickered, the GPS spinning wildly. "We’re being jammed!" the pilot yelled. "Electronic warfare! They’ve locked onto our signature!" Dante stood up, his hand going to the side-mounted tactical rifle. He looked out the window. Emerging from the mist were three silver drones—sleek, silent, and armed with high-frequency pulse cannons. "The Owners," Dante spat. "They don't want the server anymore. They want to sanitize the site."

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

Most looked calm now, but hundreds still flickered with that dark purple light. “They’re following us,” Toby said, pointing at the drones. The drones weren’t green anymore. They glowed a deep, bloody red. The Keepers had seized control. Maya! Fight them! Julian shouted at the screen. The photo of Maya inside the locket shimmered with silver tears. I'm trying... but the Board—there’s a switch in the basement. If they pull it, the network dies. And so do I. The jet shook as drones blasted the wings with lasers. The pilot yelled, Hold on! and threw the jet into a tight canyon, weaving between the rocks.