J From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him. I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth. "The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election." "Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief. I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.

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.”

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.

“We take the three on the outside first. Confirm that they won’t be a problem later. Then if you can take care of the three on the top level, Lorenzo, Keenan and I can sweep the bottom floor.” Lorenzo nodded. “I can do that. More than three might be more than the drone can handle. But I don’t have silencers on it. Once I fire, everyone knows they are being attacked.” “Lead us to the three. We’ll take that. Once we secure our entrance, you start shooting and we will come in as everyone is distracted.” He sighed. “I’m going to lose Jaqueline aren’t I?” “I told you to stop naming your fucking drones, Lor. It’s creepy.” I threw up my hands.

I hadn’t even admitted to myself that I was hurt or accepted the fact that in this life shit does happen. I drove past the road leading back to my house and turned towards Dubuque. I pulled off to the side of the road and turned around. I was so lost in thought that I had no idea where I was headed. I parked the truck in front of the garage, but I didn’t get out. I finally got out when my phone rang. “Jack.” I answered the phone. “Did you know that one of the five men was a cop? He’s been reported missing by his brother and the other four men were all ex-military. The guy has blue on his side, Jericho, his brother won’t stop,” he said.

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.

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

“Dominion taught them new tricks.” The nearest drone shifted, its arm unfolding into a rotating blade that caught the lamplight. “On my mark,” Jun whispered. But before he could speak again, one of the drones lunged. The sound was mechanical and wet at once — the screech of servos, the slap of water as it crossed the flooded floor. Jun fired once, the shot echoing in the confined chamber. The bullet hit the drone’s shoulder, sparking a burst of orange light, but it didn’t fall. It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking.

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’

Jake They all hushed after Kari turned on music using her phone, their paint brushes coating the wall in a muted teal. Jake stayed close to Kari, making small talk here and there, loving the concentration on her face as she painted. He looked up as Drake walked in, the closest friend in Bar Harbor he’d made at the small gym where he’d spent many nights trying to purge the memories of Bethany from his mind. “Someone call for a help?” Drake stopped at the door, his hands on his hips as he looked around.