Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

Elena stretched out a nervous smile before stepping away from Dimitri with caution like Dimitri was truly some dangerous criminal, but not without forcing an injection into Dimitri’s skin and depositing its content into her body. Dimitri’s eyes twitched a little as a result of the sharp pain, but she could not say a word still. Her eyes could only redden in anger as they followed Elena’s figure till she hid behind Krisen like a weakling. It might have been her assumptions before, but now she was hundred percent certain that her present condition had to do with Elena. Why did she even want to release Demons? Could she be working with them? Dimitri could not wrap her head around it; simply bec

Then he turned to Eli with the relaxed ease of a man who had nothing to prove and said, "Out of respect for Godric, I will not kill you. You're still practically an infant. But the next time you touch anything that is mine will be the last thing you ever do." Then he walked Eli down to the parking garage personally. Eli heard it before he saw it. A sound that didn't belong in a parking structure. Then Tabitha, chained to the back of a black pickup, being dragged across the concrete floor while she was still alive. Russell stood beside Eli and watched him the entire time. Not her. Him. Waiting to see what the Ghost was made of. Eli kept his face blank. He did not look away. He did not give Ru

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

Lorie's room is down the hall across from Nicolae's room on the right with Victor's next to hers which leaves mine and Nicolae's side by side on the right. I stretch and take in more of the cool night air when I notice a faint glow coming from the garden. The glow gets closer and closer and I realize it's Mrs. Draven's soul whom I have seen linger in the garden during previous nights. She smiles and nods her head to me. I smile and nod back before she vanishes into the night air. I wonder what happened to her, I ask myself. I only know that the soul belongs to Mrs. Draven because of the picture that was on Mr. Draven's desk the day I interviewed with him. Mr. Draven spoke of her briefly tell

“Shit.” From the tunnels above and below, the swarm descended. Drones—sleek, silver, endless—poured into the underbelly like locusts loosed from hell. Their glassy eyes burned red with Echo’s final command, each rotor shrieking like a wasp’s wings. Needled limbs glistened with venomous current, dripping sparks that hissed as they touched the steel.

And then, the softest sound echoed through the vault. Drip… drip… drip. Not water. Black liquid. It seeped from a broken data port. Thick. Slow. Shiny. One single black teardrop. Elias Thorne was gone. But not completely. Something of him had escaped; something dark, digital, and dangerous. He was still out there, a ghost in the system, waiting to rise again. The Architect had fallen but his true nightmare had just begun to unfold.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

He turned to look at me, a sad smile bloomed on his lips. “You alright?” He asked. I shook my head. “No. How can I be?” He nodded. “Understandable.” I sighed. “Elias was murdered,” Rudra suddenly said. I gazed up. Although nobody was allowed to see the corpse afterward, Rudra had insisted. “I picked up some…. Negative energy. I think—“ “Zenith,” I murmur, my voice trembling with anger. He sighed. “She must have picked up something. Elias must have been researching about her kind.”

She looked at me, "Are you sure you want to make her join the Trials, Dai?" What a stupid question. "Of course, I do, mom! Come on, guys. We are talking about Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy! I can't let her get away with what she did," I looked at all of them. "And I believe each and all of us, hate her for causing the death of our loved ones! Take her own family and my sister as an example. They all had horrible deaths because of her damn power. Do you think it's okay to let her go like that just because she saw her own death? Yes, it must have been fucked up. But she's used to that now. As she said, everyone will die someday, so what's the problem with her death? I would one hundred percent prefer

I felt his chest press against my back, his heart a frantic, heavy thud. "What is it?" I breathed. "Drone," he hissed. I looked up. High above the mist, a single red light was blinking—a slow, mechanical eye tracking a grid pattern over the cemetery. It was a Vesper eye. If we stepped out from under the stone overhang, the scrambler would hide our biometrics, but it wouldn't hide the physical ripple in the mist.