J From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

"Forgive me for interrupting but in my opinion, they already started this war and I can assure you that they already know how they plan on going about it. Now we know that these people look exactly like us which means, they can navigate their way around us without us even realising it. We can't possibly keep playing safe and moving along with ineffective plans just because we're afraid that people might get hurt. Whatever option we take, lives are bound to be lost and we can't avoid it just because we want to," "Also, I strongly believe that whatever plan we come up with, will eventually be leaked to them cause we have an infiltrator amongst us and the basis of this belief is what happened t

Joseph ordered. "Yes, Mr. Mccarthy," Joshua answered. Looking at the screen, Waverly stopped and looked at the sky, "She must have seen our drone. Would you like the drone to descend and retreat first?" Joseph stared at the screen and frowned. A wave of panic flashed in his eyes, "Idiot!" As soon as he finished speaking, Joshua saw Waverly raise her gun and shoot the drone. The screen went blank and the footage of Waverly disappeared.

But when she looked at Callum, something flickered in her expression. Recognition. Sympathy. Maybe both. I stepped back, letting her work. The room buzzed with tension. Julian entered a moment later, stripping his jacket and tossing it aside. “Drones are up. Scramblers active. We’ve got about twelve hours of darkness.” I met his gaze. “Then we use every minute.” He nodded, pulling the drive from his pocket and slotting it into the secure terminal. “I’ll start pulling what I can from the neural bleedover. If the data’s decaying, we may only get one shot.”

"You cannot fight a machine with a silver knife, Calista!" "Look at the fuel line!" I pointed my good right hand toward the belly of the hovering drone. Because I was a doctor, my eyes were trained to look for the weakest point in anything, whether it was a human artery or a piece of steel machinery. Directly under the spinning gun barrels, a small rubber tube was pulsing with a bright blue fluid. It was the synthetic blood that powered the drone's engine. "Jarek" I screamed, turning my head toward the dark bushes behind our log.

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

"Impressive, now let me also show you what's new." He then brought up his arm and rapidly tapped fingers on a screen device attached to his wrist, and from his car drones flew out. Not just drones, but highly weaponize killer drones. "Target confirmed, permission to engage," the AI attached to the wrist device requested. "Fire," he ordered softly. "Authorization confirmed." "Fly out of here Naomi!" Jeremy shouted suggested. "Not without you," she said in a monstrous voice. The drones began to fire at her, but her high speed of flying really saved her even a single hit. The drones however had already locked their aim at her and followed wherever she flew. Marcus soon grew impatient and raised

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

Liv says, dying of curiousity from his words as well as the other officers words. Murder motel. Like his father and brother. When girls go missing you can find them in the well. Trudy's words about him being a murder like his family. This officers words about him being cleared of any involvement. She is starting to paint a picture in her mind of what might have happened here, but she wants answers. “Excuse me, Officer..” “Micheals.” He supplies. “Officer Micheals. I am going to retire to my room for the evening.” She holds out a hand to him and gives him a smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

The golden alpha ask my former subject. “Because I am going to kill him” Morbius swears as they hold eye contact. With a brief flash of that weird look in the dragons eyes he releases Morbius. I tap the screen as I wait for something to happen next. “You are Morbius. The mate of Julia and Jefferson” The black one states as he shares a look with his alpha. “I am the mate of no one” he growls out as he moves to exit the office. He is stopped by the giant golden dragon before he can make it to the door.