Murder Drones James Novels & Stories

Bella confirmed Sarah's thought making Sarah swallowed a lump of spit. - - - - - - "This is war" James said and Drake just stayed still. Who was he to talk at this moment of confusion? " We can't conclude that" Ray said and they went in indefinite shock. *Who knows what he is thinking again?* They thought. "What are you driving at, Ray?" Drake asked after looking at James multiple times. " We can still talk to them" Ray said. "We are fucking demons, Ray. We don't fear anyone. If they want war let there be war." James declared and Drake pushed his shoulder.

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.”

"They must be punished severely! They can't be let off the hook!" Victor ordered, "Get the police on the line and notify them that there are two clear-cut cases of attempted murder here. I'm going to make sure that those two rot in prison!" "Got it, Mr. Lawson!" In that instant, the head of the bodyguard immediately took out his phone to contact the authorities. Upon hearing that Victor intended for them to rot in prison, Joseph and Ella collapsed. Their gaze went vacant as the reality set in, leaving them consumed by overwhelming dread.

A dozen heavily armed, uniform-clad guards with Willowbrook City insignias poured out, tactical rifles raised and trained directly onto the Silverlake warriors and the rogue corpses littering the cobblestones. Then, James stepped into the light. His suit jacket was undone, his tie slightly loose, and his face—usually so composed, so endlessly warm and patient—was twisted into a mask of murderous wrath. His dark eyes swept across the blood-slicked stones, cataloging the broken bodies, the bound rogues, and finally locking onto my pale, trembling frame against the wall. "Ruby!" James barked, moving faster than any normal man had a right to.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

“The entire axis of this forest has been surrounded by my men and special forces, you have nowhere to run. So… I will give you this last shot to end this the right way, give me Cherry and your life will be spared.” “Like I will trust brats like you, Cherry goes with me anywhere! I this my own way!.” James screamed outraged and points the gun at the truck. “NO!!!” Rex yells. “Bale, NOW!” And in a split seconds, James skull was pierced with the piercing bullet from a sniper’s rifle. He dropped flat to the ground and sounds of victory rose up among the team. Apparently there was no cause for celebration because the rope preventing the truck from entering the lake had been released when James di

Joseph ordered. "Yes, Mr. Mccarthy," Joshua answered. Looking at the screen, Waverly stopped and looked at the sky, "She must have seen our drone. Would you like the drone to descend and retreat first?" Joseph stared at the screen and frowned. A wave of panic flashed in his eyes, "Idiot!" As soon as he finished speaking, Joshua saw Waverly raise her gun and shoot the drone. The screen went blank and the footage of Waverly disappeared.

Magnus needs to die. But how? Because if Jude is to be believed, Magnus can't be killed. A new message appears on my screen. Drone number 6, the drone following Magnus, has gone underground. Curious, I open the link.

“No, sir. Someone planned it. The black SUV didn’t brake or swerve it aimed straight for that taxi. Whoever was driving wanted Adrianna dead.” Damien leaned back, disbelief flashing across his face. “Okay, this doesn’t add up. You’re saying someone killed Adrianna? That it wasn’t an accident?” “Yes, sir,” James said quietly. Damien let out a shaky breath and rubbed his forehead. “Oh, wow… this is certainly too much to handle.” James gave a dry chuckle. “Too much to handle? Then you haven’t heard the most interesting part yet.”