Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

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.

Aldrich sneered. "I also know that—" "Tell me what you want or I'll tell your father you're here right now." "Okay, I'll say it. But let me go first." Aldrich let go of Derrick. "I want to live here," Derrick said. "Hahaha. In your dream," replied Aldrich. "Oh, come on—" "Get out of my house now!" "I'll give you anything—" "Get out!" "Listen, I'm being chased by a Vampire Hunter. So at least give me a place to hide," Derrick explained.

The vampires move forward to the limo. Eldrid sighed knowing that the vampires will not listen to reason and motions his men forward. Vastria listens quietly inside of the limo not daring to look out the window. As the lead vampire lunges at Eldrid to get to the limo, Eldrid catches him by the throat slamming him down against the ground. The two other vampires’ lunges just after their leader hits the ground. Eldrid shifted soon as he noticed the two lunging and catches them both in each hand protruding through their chests. Blood gushing out onto Eldrid. The vampire’s mouths gaping as they realized they failed but soon after Eldrid throws their weak bodies out into the trees. The two vampire

The Hollow Arc consumed identity itself. Lucien’s voice cut through the silence. “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” Eldric asked quietly as he emerged from the treeline behind us. None of us had sensed him approach. That alone irritated me. The warlock’s dark coat moved softly in the rain as he stepped into the deadened clearing, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gray forest floor. Seraphine followed behind him, pale silver hair damp from the weather, her expression unusually tense. “You felt it,” I said. Eldric nodded once. “We all did.”

Setting : Old Elder Vampire Court ___ :THE BLOODLIT CAVERN ************************************************ [> **“Veythur drak’shael, Eldreth morûn varthas! Ixthar velûm shaelor, thren’dral ossar vey’nath. Crescendath Oth’yr, dravûn ixthir vel shaen, draegor velûn, mortha ixthar, thalos verûn.

Even I- the sneakiest and finest assassin, was forced to give up on walking till the end myself to find out if anything illegal was hidden or not, and had to use my tiny drone to capture images instead. Satisfied with the result, I noticed nothing unusual and decided to join Dre- the Motherfucking Ninja Queen. He must have toured the lands by now. That fucking fast Ninja. Grrrrr. “HELP !” Dre suddenly screamed through the mindlink. What the hell !! What trouble did the fucktard get himself into now ?! Fuck !

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

He is taking down her entire kingdom. "Princess Eliana, please tell me about these Pivurlions that you were traveling with. I should know about them before they show up on my doorstep looking for you. Are they reasonable beings?" Drake moves to a small wash basin, cupping some water and drinking from his hands before rubbing at his chin and neck, trying to clean off the blood. Eliana watches silently, nausea rolling through her stomach. Jasper's face appears in her mind, but it only causes more pain.

Turning around, Phedra Elizabeth appeared there. “Why are you following me?” “Return now.” Phedra Elizabeth looked mysterious, rolled her eyes, and pulled Duncan Hiddleston's hand back. Devlin Helen from behind the door of the house had a knife ready to kill Duncan Hiddleston here but was destroyed by Phedra Elizabeth, so the intention was unsuccessful. Devlin Helen didn't care either, put the knife inside, and went into the house.

The nails of his fingers dug deep into his palm, blood was oozing out. "Kekekeke... Not yet. Be patient Nejor, Let them fall into the trap completely. You will get your revenge soon. Kekeke... They will get the most terrifying death anyone ever imagined." Lykarth patted Nejor's shoulder while giving a sinister smile. =========== While the young chief, Eldjorne were proceeding to the Dracendale and Lykarth were waiting to ambush him, Azalias woke up in a darkroom who had fainted a while ago was shaking violently, his legs were hitting in something continuously.