Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

Ashren asked, exchanging a look with Silas. "The thralls," Drax whispered. "They aren't just reanimated corpses. They are cultivated. Darius found the old books. The ones the First Alphas burned." He coughed, a wet, hacking sound that brought up black bile. Silas wiped it away with a grimace. "He is using the Void," Drax continued, his voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "He infects them. He hollows them out. And then he fills them with a hive mind. They don't eat meat, Elara. They eat magic."

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

There’s no more time. In the safe as well, I made sure to keep every bit of evidence Eldric has tried to bury about his criminal activities in the past. The murders, the embezzlements, his alliance with the Rio cartel….Everything I was able to get before the poison he’d been adding to my food got to me. Please, save my boy! You’re my only hope.’ I blanched as I tried not to scream at the information I’d found……Alicia kept the evidence? On Eldric?

The feast grew brighter as the night deepened. Lanterns glowed like stars, and laughter rolled across the yard. Plates were filled, cups were lifted, and music kept the joy alive. The spy stood near the drinks table, his face calm but his heart beating fast. His hand touched the small vial hidden in his pocket. Lucien’s voice echoed in his head: *“Tonight, she must drink. Elara must fall.”*

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

"What makes you so sure that he's the leader?" "He said he was the one who killed my family and wiped out The Skyefrost Pack," I replied, sliding off the bed and pulling the sheet around me. Then I remembered The Book of Elders, the grimoire of my people. "Where are you going to be? I think I may know of a way I can locate Nightshade." "You need to stay here of go to the Clinic where it's safe," Elias said, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "After the attack last night, you're not going anywhere."

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

“Death is irrelevant when the mind is transferable.” Alex moved in front of her, shielding her instinctively. “You’re a monster.” “And you,” her father replied calmly, “are an obstacle I anticipated.” Panels in the walls slid open. Metallic limbs unfurled. A humanoid drone stepped out sleek, silver, and predatory. Alex cursed under his breath. “We’re not equipped for this.” Elena forced herself to stand straighter, rage overtaking fear. “You won’t control me.” Her father’s voice softened disturbingly. “I already do.”

“Alpha, You haven’t slept.” I take another slow sip of bourbon instead of answering. He steps farther inside. “Alpha Lucen.” The warning tone in his voice makes something in me bristle. “I said enter,” I replied coldly. “Not a lecture.” Drew exhales slowly, clearly restraining himself. “You’re running on fumes. The pack is stable. We’ve expanded search teams. We’re following three separate leads regarding Elric.” At the mention of that name, Vulk slams against my ribs. Elric. ”If he is hiding Eli—”

Her laughter still rings in his mind like a ghost from his past. “My daughter...” he whispers to the fire, voice low, and filled with pain. “What truly became of you after you and your mother disappeared?” Just then, the heavy double doors creak open, and a man steps inside. He is tall, lean, and dressed in a black coat that brushes his ankles. His face is sharp, hallow, with eyes that miss nothing. He was Benedict, Draluke’s most trusted investigator, the only mortal allowed inside his inner sanctuary.