Murder Drones James Novels & Stories

James says through the phone, I couldn’t hear the answer, but the way Milo yelled through the phone, I could hear him, he wasn’t happy not at all. “I don’t know what you did, but thank you for saving me cousin, you can kill us when we make it there, for now, just hold tight, we might have just done it and would be able to make it alive,” James says through the phone, he does sound like Milo, he sounds like an alpha I guess. “He’s gonna hold the killing spree until we get there,” James says handing me the phone back, I gave him a smile, a tight smile, so he’s not going to kill any of us until we make it there, god help us all.

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

This was an execution. “I’m not a killer,” Derek muttered to himself. “Not like that.” He’d always prided himself on letting others do the dirty work. That’s what pawns were for. James, however, wanted more than loyalty now. He wanted blood. Derek stopped in front of the fireplace, staring into the dead ash like it might somehow show him a way out. What would happen if he said no? James didn’t make threats twice. He didn’t need to. Defiance would mean elimination.

I reply. "Do you know alot about the Draven's professor?" I ask curiously. The Professor chuckles a little as Lorie's school comes into view. "The Draven's and I go way back and please call me James when where not in lecture." He answers as he sticks his hands in his pockets. "I know everything about them and NIcolae and I are very close...I also know their family secret." He answers. "Are you one of them too?" I ask as we stop in front of Lorie's school.

Liam shook his head frantically, but it was useless. Mayor Bowser raised his glass toward me. "Officer Craig, enjoy the show." Four Rolls-Royces were parked in the square. Liam was dragged out, his limbs tied to each of the four cars. The engines roared. I closed my eyes. Erica watched helplessly as blood splattered across her face. The gag was removed from her mouth. The first thing she did was curse at me. "Andrew! You're just going to watch him die?! You're not human! You'll die a horrible death!"

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

Most looked calm now, but hundreds still flickered with that dark purple light. “They’re following us,” Toby said, pointing at the drones. The drones weren’t green anymore. They glowed a deep, bloody red. The Keepers had seized control. Maya! Fight them! Julian shouted at the screen. The photo of Maya inside the locket shimmered with silver tears. I'm trying... but the Board—there’s a switch in the basement. If they pull it, the network dies. And so do I. The jet shook as drones blasted the wings with lasers. The pilot yelled, Hold on! and threw the jet into a tight canyon, weaving between the rocks.

Sterling leaped into the cold water. Though it was an artificial lake, the current was swift. The water instantly swallowed him, first to his waist, then completely over his head. He didn't even struggle. By the time Miller dove in and pulled him out, Dr. Sterling had stopped breathing. His eyes were wide open, filled with a bottomless despair. A dead silence fell over the scene. First the soldier, and now the psychologist. The interrogation room's surveillance footage was pulled up. Miller stared at the screen, his face ashen.

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven

"And yet, you keep hunting us. Killing us. For what? For our blood? James has two daughters. A son. And now you’ve taken him, just like your fathers took Michelle." My throat tightened. Michelle. I could see it now—how much this meant to him. The desperation. The fear. They weren’t fighting just for revenge. They were fighting for survival. For their family. And the worst part? I couldn’t blame them. We had hunted them. Draco’s voice cut through the tense silence. "Who the hell is James?" I turned to look at him, my gaze steady. "Michelle Westwood’s brother." His expression twisted, his brows furrowing in disbelief.