Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

Tonight, she needed answers that lived beyond reason. At the base of the final stair, she found the heavy door. She pushed it open slowly, the hinges creaking like a groan from the earth itself. Inside, the librarian was waiting. He was impossibly old — his hair long and white as bone, his eyes dim but alert. His name was Eldritch, the keeper of the archives, said to have served three Alphas before Kilian. He didn’t seem surprised to see her. “I wondered when you’d come,” he rasped, his voice echoing softly off the stone. “They always come when the world begins to burn.”

“You’ve noticed it, haven’t you? The disappearances. The warriors sent on missions that never returned. Omegas vanishing from the records. Where do you think they went?” “Careful,” Eldric hissed. His eyes darted around, but no one lingered nearby. “Careful is why Dominic is still breathing,” I said, my voice cold. “He feeds rogues. He sells our blood to the Council. And now he plans something worse, something that will make all of us slaves to his madness. Do you want to die for a tyrant? Or do you want to live free?” Eldric’s hand shook as he raised the flask to his lips. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t walk away either. That was enough. Seeds didn’t bloom in one night, but I had planted th

"But, I'm worried... What if it is discovered that his death waa due to poisoning? It may be traced back to me. And you know that most of the pack elders are loyal to him. They may want to avenge his death, and try to come after me..." I made a thinking face, with my hand under my chin. She had a point. Once they discovered that Damian was murdered, those Elders whom he had bought over to his evil side may blow it out of proportion, and decide to take revenge on his killer. "We may have to hide out for a while when he dies. But only for a short time, while we wait for Alpha Drax to return and reclaim the throne." I said to her. She nodded her head slowly as I spoke. "Okay, beta. I'll go prep

Right now, there a lot of things that haven't settled on my mind and I'm as confused as fuck! First, I don't understand why anyone would try to poison me, let alone, a servant girl. They all seemed to be very nice to me and I can't believe one of them would plot behind my back to have me killed. What kind of wicked world is this? Anyway,I'm just grateful that that justice has been served. It was a good thing she killed herself because I would not have taken things lightly with her. Also, Alpha Elijah's sudden kindness towards me baffles me a lot, but I love it. He is my mate abd the fact that he is being nice to me pleases me very much.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

The creature’s eyes locked onto mine, and it let out a low, guttural growl. “Julian!” Ethan shouted, his voice full of urgency. Before I could react, the infected lunged toward me. I froze for a split second, the terror freezing me in place. But then, in the blink of an eye, Ethan was there. With a powerful motion, he slammed the infected creature against the wall, knocking it to the ground. He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he drew his weapon and dispatched the creature with a single shot. I exhaled sharply, my heart racing in my chest. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath until the danger passed.

“We do this your way.” But the comm buzzed again — Riven, urgent this time. “Alpha, Draven’s trying something from containment. He’s not talking, but his people just sent a drone over the western wards. Smashed it down, but it dropped a message canister. It’s addressed to Elias.” Elias tensed immediately, the bond spiking with old fear. I felt the serum stir in response, that twisted pull trying to claw back in. “Don’t open it,” Elias said quickly. “Burn it.”

Ethan ripped his hands away from the wheel and drew his silver-plated revolver from his inner holster. Two tactical scout drones rounded the corner of the stone archway, their lenses glowing a cold, analytical crimson. The moment their sensors locked onto Ethan's heat signature, their internal weapon pods opened, preparing to fire high-voltage paralytic darts. Ethan didn't give them the chance. Moving with impossible, fluid precision, he fired three consecutive shots. The heavy lead bullets slammed directly into the optical centers of the drones, shattering their glass lenses and sending sparks flying across the stone floor. The broken machines collapsed into useless heaps of metal, their ge

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.

"His eyes?" "Yes." My stomach turned. I looked away, pressing a hand against my mouth. Adrian. Dr. Adrian Keller. The man who has started making everyday in this hospital bearable for me, always has a way with words and tries to make me smile. Now he is dead. In the basement of my hospital, with his eyes gouged out. "Who found him?" I whispered. "One of the investigators. They were checking the basement after we noticed something unusual with one of the service corridors."