J From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

Dennis roared with anger. John Dutch laughed with anger, "You are still a child Dennis, you can't do anything. Do you know who I am? I am a deadly Mafia and I have killed so many people with my bare hands and I don't care about doing that to my own child!". Dennis was shocked, he has seen his father murder so many men in front of him and deep down, Dennis knew that his father is brutal and can kill people without any blink of an eye. "Just know that you will regret this because I will never accept you as my father, never!" Dennis swore.

“We need to focus.” The doctor, a stern-looking older man, knelt between my legs, his expression darkening. “Alpha, this is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The twins are coming early, and it’s as if... something’s pulling them out.” “Jena,” I managed to gasp out. “She’s doing this. She wants them vulnerable.” Jake’s face contorted with rage. “I’m going to kill her,” he growled, but I tightened my grip on his hand, pulling him back.

Daniel followed, visibly uneasy. They found the correct drawer in the morgue. The nurse pulled it open. It was empty. The color drained from her face at once.

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

I was running out of time. I pushed forward, my fists striking down soldier after soldier. No time to count. No time to stop. My limbs trembled, my breath ragged. But the battlefield told me what I refused to admit—we were losing. Jared’s gaze locked onto mine, a smirk creeping across his lips. Then, in a blink, he vanished. A sickening crack echoed through the air. My heart stopped. Drake. Jared had him—his claws wrapped around Drake’s throat. Drake’s body convulsed, his power flickering out like a dying flame. In one brutal strike, Jared slammed his fist into Drake’s chest, knocking him unconscious.

If Dimitri could accept that I was honest and said I wanted to go after and save Frey, I couldn't possibly say the same thing to someone I didn't know at all. “I was assigned to find this girl by her family,” I said. This is all I can think of at the moment. Even though the reason I gave sounded vague, Jor didn't seem to care much about it. He just nodded his head while looking at the picture of Frey. “Hmm… if I get any information about the missing girl, I'll pass it on to you,” said Jor. "Really?Thank you very much," I replied. As soon as Jor left, I took out the gun I brought from the house.

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.

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.

Sure enough, after I fell asleep, someone quietly opened the door. On the screen, Adam appeared, sneaking around like a thief. He took the car keys, then slipped into the bedroom for a moment before quickly leaving. No surprises there–he must have pressed my fingerprint onto the knife he planned to use for the crime. The room erupted instantly. I turned to the officer with a faint smile. "At the very least, this proves the owner here is suspected of stealing a guest's belongings." "Now, can we go retrieve his mother's belongings for testing?"

The distant whine of engines sliced through the silence. Drones. Three of them, sleek, silent but deadly. Their red sensors swept in mechanical arcs, scanning for body heat, neural signals, life. Julian turned to me, voice barely audible. “We can’t outrun them. Not out here.” “Then what do we do?” His eyes narrowed, and for a split second, I saw something shift in him. Calculation gave way to instinct. Cold logic replaced by the kind of fire that made him terrifying and beautiful. “We split up.”