Murder Drones James Novels & Stories

The tightness in her throat as she struggled to keep that brave tone going. Damien caught it too. “What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice lower now. Sharper. Marina’s bravado cracked like glass. She looked at him. Then at me. “James is dead,” she said. Ralph lifted a brow, folding his arms. “You mean the dwarf?” Marina ignored him completely and turned her focus back to Damien. Her voice was lower now, each word like a blade sawing through the room. “That man in the Underworld… the one with death in his eyes, he killed James.” Her voice trembled. “And he said to tell you—”

When the Citadel manor felt that everything was going their way, the Headmaster pulled out one of the Black Order’s newest inventions. With a smirking, cold dominant voice, he spoke on the intercom, “We don’t have any vervain for the vampires, but that doesn’t matter with the use of our new weapon, all of them will kneel.” He declared and soon activated the death drones. The drones flew in every direction. They swarm like flies, hundreds of them looking for a pack of wolves to unleash their deadly silver gas on them.

said Derek and everyone went back inside Nathan's warehouse. Jim and Keith were at SB cafe installing their security system before the cafe opened. To increase the quality of the security, they installed Ivy's drones in various parts of the cafe. "Owen, these drones are not the same gattling drones that Ivy placed under Madison's car; but don't underestimate the quality of these drones installed." Jim said to Owen. Keith added, "These drones are linked to Ivy's security system. So essentially, Madison, Yvonne, Juri, Steph and Joanne can also access the video feed provided by the drones too."

There were only Jayden, Han, Grey, and a few members of the Golden Dragon. "You killed my niece, Marissa. You tortured her. I'm doing this to avenge you, Belgenza or Harristian," Lordes said calmly. James drew as much air into his lungs as possible and let it out slowly. Marissa was James' first victim when he was 17 years old. He killed her, who James called his nanny. The girl was only 22 years old when James killed her. It was the same age as Delilah now. But nothing could resist James's murderous instincts.

he asked with narrowed eyes. I began telling him everything, from how I used Tynan to test the drug he had given me, the side-effect of the drug on him, which was drinking the blood of werewolves and a little bit of cannibalism, to how I asked him to kill Abi and how he hadn’t contacted me yet until now. “You stupid bitch!” James roared furiously after I finished recounting everything. His angry roar agitated the beast and made it struggle again. The sound of rattling chains filled the basement as he tried to free himself, looking like he wanted to protect his master from me, the enemy.

Smoke drifted from the muzzle of the Steyr, a very nasty gun that could finish its entire clip in less than five seconds. "How many times have I said you don't call me by my real name outside?" James growled. "That wasn't a warning, I had intended to kill you, but Michael here chose to move my hand at the last second," James said. "Dude, does it always have to end with killing?" Michael Grant groaned. "We need him alive, the boss needs to get back his money," Michael pleaded. James scoffed. "Tch! Look at this pup! He wants to teach me about my job!" He burst out laughing.

He must’ve been watching him closely, just waiting for something to report. “I didn’t save anyone, my lord,” James said, forcing his voice to remain steady. Draven’s eyes narrowed. “Then what happened?” he asked. “Because I’d love to hear your side.” James took a breath. “My lord, we know why we keep these slaves. They labor for us. If we kill or cripple them, who will remain to do the work? What use are broken tools?” Draven’s voice dropped lower, almost too quiet. “Garrick, Garrick, Garrick…”

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

James took out the penknife in his pocket and stabbed Darius in the heart, ripping it out multiple times. All of Darius' men managed to get shot in the left leg by James' men, who came to bombard this place. James deliberately asked them not to kill Darius's men because they could have families who lived with the results of their work. Hence, James told his men to shoot them in the left leg. Twenty of Darius' men managed to bend over with their hands in handcuffs. In front of them was the corpse of their boss, Darius, who was no longer fully formed. Organs were even coming out of the man's body. They couldn't imagine how cruel James Skywalker was.

He shouted, his voice echoed round the house, he was scared to death when they were attacked by James's men, the bastard had employed professional killers stationed at different locations in the apartment. When they had arrived the apartment, Tyler had asked the driver to stop the car two apartments away from their location, davin had told Josh to send in drones to check the situation of the place while giving instructions to the other gaurds on how to go about the attack. There was a massive exchange of gun fire when they broke down the gate and got in, davin was grateful to have his friend, and his brother Tyler with him, they had to be very alert, taking down James's men one after another