Murder Drones Eldritch J Novels & Stories

Every elder stared at it like a curse. “This is proof enough,” snarled Elder Draven. His white beard was stained with wine, but his eyes were sharp. “She brought it here. She carries his blood in her veins.” Lucian slammed a fist against the table, cracking the wood. “Do you call my mate a murderer?” “I call her what she is,” Draven spat back. “A harbinger. A doom. The longer she stays within these walls, the more of our children will die.” The words hit like blows.

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’

The silence that followed was sharp, the kind that stripped away every pretense. Eldric was a name spoken only in whispers among our kind, the last of the True Seers, a being born before the packs divided, before magic itself chose sides. They said his eyes could see the threads of fate and his words could alter them. But he was unpredictable. Dangerous. The stories of those who sought him always ended the same: lost, broken, or never seen again. Callen exhaled heavily. “You really think he’s still alive?” “I think if he’s not, we have no chance of surviving Agatha,” I said quietly. “And if he is, he might be the only one who knows how to cut her from the inside out.”

"Please, Mr. Faith. Tell me what happened back then so I can learn who murdered my father," Scarlett pleaded. 20 years ago, Draco was a prominent figure in Jenaire City, but he met a sudden and violent end in a restaurant. When Tyger arrived with young Scarlett, they found only Draco's lifeless body, poisoned with parasitic venom. Yet, Draco's face was peaceful and devoid of any trace of pain or anger. Tyger was experienced in such matters, and he deduced that Draco must have encountered Mr. Faith, the Sacred General known for easing the suffering of the deceased.

"If we disconnect her without a bypass, she dies instantly. And if she dies, the mountain's security grid collapses. We’ll be buried alive." "I don't care about the grid!" Maya grabbed Victoria’s arm and her violet scar burning with a heat that felt like it was melting her palm. "You wanted a deal? Here it is. We save Elena, or we all stay here and become part of the rubble." The mansion erupted into chaos as the first wave of Thorne’s drones swarmed the courtyard. These weren't the small scouts from Rome; they were heavy-duty combat units, their violet eyes scanning for the Sterling signature.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

Wedged in the wrong folder of Battle Records, between Nora Carver’s post-combat trauma profile and Elias Everly’s debilitated spellcasting log, I found it. Not a file, really. Just a name. A snippet of text, coded into a faculty-only message thread from four months back. Subject: Confirmed Target – Draven Kael (Interregnum Asset). Genetically engineered hybrid. Original mandate: dragon-class takedown. My throat went dry. It was there, finally. Not a whisper. Not a hunch. Hard, unarguable evidence. Proof that he wasn’t who he claimed to be. That he hadn’t come for my sister by accident.

Their bullets tore through metal wings, sparks raining like fire. Edda’s voice deepened, distorted, furious. “Ungrateful mortals. I offered salvation. You offer violence.” Liora shouted back, “Your salvation is slavery!” Varian added, “Your peace is death!” Edda screeched. “Then die in chaos.” Every screen lit up with blinding white. The drones dove all at once—like a tidal wave. Varian grabbed Liora, twisting his body over hers as a drone’s blade scorched across his back.

"The father of the pup in my arms is the Alpha of the Blackrock pack. I need your help." "Look," I whispered into Felix's ear. "It's Faith." Felix remained helpless and unresponsive as drool leaked from the corners of his lips. Faith was momentarily stunned when she noticed us. She then lunged at us with a crazed expression. "Wendy, you bitch!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Long time no see, Faith," I said as I looked at her calmly. "I thought you would be dead by now. I didn't expect you to survive for so long."

As soon as Drake saw her, he got up from his straw mat and approached her. "What's up mom?" Aida explained everything to him. "You have to follow them. But remember you have to hide yourself from them. It is important not to see you until they reach the cave. Edith will need you." "What do you mean mother?" his voice heard intense and full of worry. "You'll see. We do not have time for explanations. You have to go now. I have brought you the essentials. You know where you're going, right?" "Yes."