J From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

They were fighting with a raw, physical brutality that the UN drones weren't programmed to counter. ​Kaelen grabbed a drone by its sensory array and slammed it into the concrete wall, the metal crumpling like paper. Maya moved through the shadows like a ghost, her golden aura suppressed into a razor-thin blade that sliced through the drones' propulsion systems. ​The Price of Freedom ​The skirmish was over in seconds, but the damage was done. The Un-Linked were scattered, their fragile sanctuary exposed. ​"You have to leave," Sarah Jenkins said, her voice shaking as she looked at the wreckage of the drones. "They know you’re here now. And they know you can fight back."

Two Years Later Ryker Lora came home a few weeks ago and told me that Drax was alive along with Aidan and Ty, they have been back a few years now and he currently has a new identity. I was in shock at it all and didn't know what to say or think, I was just happy as she was telling the truth. He goes by Drake Valmore these days and has a security business that is one of the top businesses in the supernatural realm. She told us what Lily had said about them taking revenge on all those who were involved in their murder and we needed to talk to them as we were on their hit list, Drax had a photogenic memory, and seeing us there, he would think we betrayed him and in a sense, we did. We also lear

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”

"Seven. Six. Five..." The drones droned on, a rhythmic countdown to a moral catastrophe. "Back off!" Julian roared, but his voice was drowned out by the shuffle of boots on frost. He didn't raise the God-Slayer. He couldn't kill the people he had spent months trying to wake up.

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

He might be flagged, but he still had the capital from the lunar explosion burning a hole in his pocket. "Ben, find the serial numbers for these drones. Buy out their manufacturing contracts." "Processing!" Ben yelled. "Acquisition complete! You own the platinum series drones, Jack!" The suppressing energy batons in the hands of the drones instantly shut off. Their optical visors shifted from hostile red to a compliant, corporate blue. "New management acknowledged," the drones stated in unison, stepping aside and bowing respectfully. "Protect the perimeter," Jack ordered, walking right past them. "Shoot anything that looks like a purple tentacle."

The blacksite’s reinforced ceiling began to peel open, slow but unstoppable, each segment sliding back to reveal a shaft of pale morning light. And in that light… shapes. Sleek. Inhuman. Dropping soundlessly into the chamber one by one. Julian’s voice cracked over comms, ragged. “They’re drones no” a sharp inhale “they’re him.” One landed with predator-like grace, knees bending smoothly, its surface rippling in the same oily black as Noa’s eyes. Then another. And another. The sound of their landing was almost too soft, too controlled. They stood in a perfect line, unmoving.

Drake grumbles. Neither of us is a morning person. It is Monday and the first day of school after the week-long break. We may not have gone anywhere fun, but we did learn a lot over the break. I know dad and Travian are looking into this Jyquardini guy. He seems to be more of a threat than Drazian. Drazian is just an asshole, whereas this Jyquardini is apparently very dangerous. It really doesn’t matter. Neither of these fuckers is touching my little jewel.

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

Jorah said just as he spotted a certain male who seemed more polished and wearier than the rest. “I am going in regardless,” Draven muttered just as Jorah sighed. “Ok, but avoid guns and avoid setting off the alarms at all costs,” he muttered. He watched both males morph into their respective wolves; the darkness was their friend as they stealthily crept into the warehouse. The top floor was first, the beta killing the male guards with a snap of their neck just as Jorah sighed when he saw that even the game around the table had stopped. “Shit,” he muttered as he turned on the car engine. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered as he pressed the gears forward, jamming past the front door and slammin