J From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Med-Bay Observation Deck The sterile white of the medical bay was a stark contrast to the grimy chaos of the warehouse. Through the thick glass, we watched a team of doctors and medical drones work on Amy. She lay on a central table, surrounded by glowing holographic readouts and whirring machines. The two puncture wounds on her neck were covered with a clear bio-gel, but a dark, web-like pattern was already spreading under her skin, creeping toward her jawline.

The judge adjusted the file before him. "This court is now in session in the matter of The State versus Dr. Karma Elise Kuntz." The clerk stood. "Dr. Karma Elise Kuntz is charged with the murder of Marcus Kuntz." The judge looked directly at me. "Dr. Kuntz, how do you plead?" I rose. "Not guilty, Your Honour." I said more calmly than ever. He nodded once. "The prosecution may proceed." Dylan Jones rose confidently. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this case is straightforward."

I was a child again, feeling his dirty hands on me, groping at my clothes while forcing my legs apart. The image shifted and I was driving a knife into his body over and over and over again I woke up gasping for breath, it’s really crazy how These nightmares started again a month ago, so I’ve been drowning myself in wine and men, it helps for the most part, but it is crazy. First thing I noticed after jerking awake was the killer headache I was sporting, second thing I noticed, was that there was a stranger in my bed. I stared long and hard at his face…. what was his name again? Jake? …..Zeke? Ugh dang it!

collapsed to the training mats. ---------------- Back at the Iron Works, the mechanical web suddenly went limp. The high-pitched whine died down, replaced by a chilling, unnatural silence. The automated drones deactivated, their glowing sensors fading to black. "What happened?" Jax asked, helping Jade to her feet. Jade was staring at her dark terminal, her face pale. "The jammer is gone. The signal is back, but… it’s coming from the dojo." She frantically rebooted her system, her fingers trembling as the data began to stream in. The security cameras at The Dragon's Lair flickered to life, showing the aftermath of the assault. The training hall was in ruins, the wooden floorboards splintered,

Jude had always found it funny that Drake did not love his wife but was always jealous whenever someone else did it for him. Alpha Drake’s cold stare searched everyone’s face before his eyes landed on Elora, her wolf and then three dead bodies lying in front of her while he stood between Elora and his wife Jenna. His eyes suddenly widened when he realized that it was Elora who killed these three men and then he saw that she was still in position to hurt someone else- Jenna.

I looked up through the dense tree cover, "It's a drone. Probably with infrared sensors." Jade's face fell, "They've found us." "Yes. Do you know if any of them have any military or woodcraft Training?" Jade scoffed, "Training? I doubt it. But a few of them are psycho-violent. They spent their time bagging drugs and having sex. None of them are very bright, just the geek, and I think he was gay."

Its chassis was cracked, leaking a foul-smelling blue fluid. "Is it dead?" Silas whispered. The drone’s central camera eye flickered to life. A bright, cold red. "Joshua Thorne." The voice didn't come from a person. It was a synthesized, hollow playback. It sounded like a ghost caught in a meat grinder. "I know you'm listening," the drone rasped. "You recognize your handiwork? The 192? It works better than your papers suggested. The mortality rate in the initial test group was ninety-four percent."

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

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.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t