Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

“I’m on my way there, but if you get there before me, make sure you torture her enough. I have to make her leave my sons willingly.” The line disconnected. I stared at my phone for several long seconds before laughing softly. What a magnificent disaster. One son ruled the underworld. The other controlled empires. And both were unraveling over the same woman. The Drakes were finally bleeding from the inside. Perfect. I walked back toward my desk and pressed the hidden switch beneath it. A section of the wall slid open silently. Six black files rested inside. Elite rogue enforcers. Men and women trained specifically to hunt supernatural predators.

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

"The Vances are coming, Grace. And they aren't coming for the baby anymore. They're coming to erase the evidence of the failure. I can get you out. I have a vehicle a mile down the ridge." "Why?" I asked, clutching Florence tighter. "Why help us now?" Silas looked at Ethan—the man who was a copy of the boy he had once protected. "Because even a machine knows when the architect has gone mad. And Eleanor... she isn't in the servers anymore. She’s in Melanie. And Melanie is hungry." Outside, a low hum began to vibrate the stone walls of the lodge. Not the humming of people. The humming of a swarm. A thousand drones, their red eyes blinking in unison, rose from the valley like a cloud of mechani

I murmured, “coming from the ones hiding behind thrones and silver spoons.” That shut them up fast. I tilted my head. “I’m not here for pleasantries. I’m here for answers. Eldric leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Answers for what?” The growl rumbled deep in my throat, low and primal, vibrating in my chest. “One of mine was slaughtered yesterday. Tortured. Broken. Left to rot like a dog in a ditch.” A pause. “You know what I smelled on his corpse?” No one answered.

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

“I’m not a hostage. And I’m sure as hell not staying in this mansion while someone abducts children to get to me. So tell me. Who?” Malrik’s stare was unblinking. Predatory. Cold. Beautiful. “His name is Drael.” The hallway tilted under me. “Drael,” I repeated. “As in—” “My brother.” Silence dropped like a hammer. Drayan looked between us, jaw clenched. “He’s dead,” Malrik added. “Well apparently he isn’t.” “No,” Malrik said again. “He’s dead.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then how did a dead man with silver eyes send a bleeding child to your front door?”

Jude had always found it funny that Drake did not love his wife but was always jealous whenever someone else did it for him. Alpha Drake’s cold stare searched everyone’s face before his eyes landed on Elora, her wolf and then three dead bodies lying in front of her while he stood between Elora and his wife Jenna. His eyes suddenly widened when he realized that it was Elora who killed these three men and then he saw that she was still in position to hurt someone else- Jenna.

Draco meant to break him slowly, enjoy the scream. I shifted so fast that I didn’t even feel my bones break. One moment I was flesh; the next I was Lilith white fur gleaming like frost, every strand crackling with magic. The earth trembled beneath my paws. I launched forward, claws scraping through air, and struck Draco with enough force to send him crashing back. He rolled, unfazed, but surprised. The first crack in his composure showed. When I landed, Elen appeared at my flank, panting, her hands glowing green. “He’s draining Damien!” she shouted. “He’s not attacking, he’s leeching him!”

“They’re already here!” They ran. Reyes was already pulling a jammer from his pack. “If we can cross the ridge, I can broadcast a scramble pulse—” Too late. One of the units slammed into the earth ahead, throwing up soil and metal. A blade unfolded from its side—spindly, gleaming, insectile. It scanned them. > TARGET CONFIRMED: R-113 ASSOCIATES CONTAINMENT: LETHAL The drone lunged. Lucian tackled it mid-air, ripping it off-course—but another landed just behind them.

“Then let me be the traitor. But don’t let her die. Please.” Eldric’s gaze softened, just barely. He sighed, stroking his tangled beard. At last he said, “I cannot make the antidote. But… I can give you herbs. Draven can finish what I cannot. That is all I’ll risk.” Adrian exhaled in relief, eyes wet. “Better that than nothing. Thank you.” Eldric disappeared into a back room, returning with a small black satchel filled with herbs. He thrust it into Adrian’s hands. “Take this. And hurry. I can smell them. They’re closing in.”