Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

His once angry and aggressive demeanor changed to that of a scaredy cat. But Lyle was relentless. “Because of your greediness, so many people suffered. Had Drake not seen his son in such a state, he would have never gotten so vicious. Had your mother Elara not been hungry to live forever, Ryder would have returned to me. Had you been not so selfish, you would have taken me to Ryder. But what did you do? You chose to murder me?” Saying that she sent a beam whipping across his neck. It pierced the skin and severed his head off the torso.

“He bought the things that killed him? That makes no sense.” Rhydian stood up and paced the small room. “It makes sense if he planned to use them on me. The alchemist confirmed the timeline. Elio bought enough to kill an alpha over time. He was trying to assassinate me. Take the leadership for himself.” I felt the words like a punch. “He was going to murder you? His own mate?” Rhydian stopped pacing. “The false bond. The secret weapons. The deals with Jax Thorn. It all fits now. He wanted the pack. He was willing to kill me to get it.”

Esther stared at the photo as if her soul had been ripped out. The phone slipped from her hand and hit the ground with a crack. Slowly, she turned to look at the body on the ground. She saw the blue hoodie. The necklace glinted faintly around his neck. "Liam, Liam!" She ran over and yanked off the white cloth. The bloodied, mangled face was unrecognizable, but she recognized that necklace. "Ahh!" Esther collapsed over her son's body and wailed uncontrollably. After crying her heart out, she suddenly lifted her head and stared at me. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Their eyes glowed faintly aware, instinctive, and yet not fully disciplined. From the horizon, a ripple broke through the pale light. Shadows lengthened unnaturally, bending across the snow, and a faint hum vibrated through the frostlands. Kael’s eyes narrowed. “It’s Eldric… and he’s not alone.” Lyra rose, silver hair catching the first pale rays of the dawn. “He’s bringing reinforcements,” she said quietly. “But not just soldiers… something more. Something unnatural.”

In the silence, I heard his breath hitch—a jagged, broken sound of a man realizing he had murdered his own soul to save a lie. But the darkness didn't stay empty. A new sound rose from the depths of the server vents—the heavy, mechanical thud of Null-Drones. Not the light scouts we had just fought, but the heavy-duty reclamation units sent by High Elder Valerius to scrub the 'glitch' permanently. I felt the cold vibration of their approach through the soles of my shoes. They were coming for the error. They were coming for me. "Aria!" Kael shouted into the black, his voice desperate. I felt his hand brush my sleeve, searching for me in the dark. His touch was electric, a desperate plea for a

The moon was directly overhead now. Huge and red and filling the sky. Its light turned everything crimson. Like the whole world was covered in blood. A rebel got past me and ran at Eldric. I tried to stop him but another rebel blocked my way. The rebel raised his sword to kill Eldric. Eldric kept chanting without even looking up. He trusted that we would protect him. I threw myself at the rebel threatening Eldric. Knocked him down. Killed him with one bite to the neck.

I ask hesitantly. His name falls from his lips, barely more than a sigh. "Elena…" "It’s not your fault," I whisper, desperate for him to hear me. "That Alex died—it wasn’t on you." He glances at me then, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and something deeper, something heavier. At least he doesn’t look angry—just lost. "You couldn’t have known Alpha Gold was going to deceive you. Even if you had been there… you can’t protect everyone, Vanda. Draven warriors will always fight, and there will always be names on that list."

"Do it. End the transition." "Sir, I..." "Do it before I lose the last of my mind!" "He’s begging you, Miller!" Richard held the shield, his arms trembling. "Do you have the spine to end a commander or the sense to save a soldier?" "This isn't saving a soldier! This is watching a nightmare manifest!" "The nightmare is the only thing standing between us and the drones!" Richard’s shield pulsed, absorbing a heavy kinetic slug from the drone line. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking them all off balance. The mercury started to drip, losing cohesion.

Soon Felix Crissinger's last relative would know what it meant to anger a necromancer. A sinister giggle escaped his contorted lips. Father Wilkud turned to leave the room as he vaguely thought that to keep up this charade he would have to call someone to take care of the body, and he saw his reflection in a mirror that hung on the wall next to the door. The predator smile widened. Viktor Drichey was no more. He once the son of a priest of the god of death was now the Master Necromancer Betelgeuse, one of the ten masters of the Mortuary Cult.

Whilst other wolves standing by didn't even know what was happening, the rest of them wore looks that told me the end had come for me and I became scared immediately. With the way I feel drained in my brain, I knew that any moment from now, I would black out totally. “What have you done, Eldric?” I heard Maurice spit at Eldric who must be feeling a deep pang of guilt by now, if not rage. “I did do anything, I don't even know how that happened,” Eldric defended himself and even though I could hear what they said to each other, their voices were still muffled. “Really? What is this nonsense you are uttering from your mouth?”