Murder Drones James Novels & Stories

Also, they made sure that Kritisha will remain Dustine’s wife, for them it didn’t matter if he is mated or not, the important thing is that their daughter has a royal husband. After the commotion, the Mcnaire family are all settled in one room, Dustine is in the hot seat. Who’s thinking nothing but Dawn and speaking of, before the guards could lock up Dawn in the cell. James appeared with a gun and shot the two guards and turned into ashes and left. James carried Dawn even though she weighed a lot, he carefully snickered the territory. All of the guards blocked his way he shot to death, until they finally got out. She places Dawn in the plain grass of the forest and gets his phone out to cal

Ethan’s security team sits near the driveway one of them nods as we pass. James walks toward the side of the house where one of the camera poles stands he studies the monitor connected to it everything looks normal then James looks up suddenly. “What?” I ask. He points toward the sky at first I don’t see anything then I hear it a faint buzzing sound high above the house a small black shape moves slowly across the sky. “Is that…” I start. James nods. “A drone.” My chest tightens. “Ethan’s?” “No.” “How do you know?”

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”

"James. Talk to me. Nothing that happens here will ever be disclosed to anyone outside. You must express your concerns to someone you can trust if something is bothering you. You can't tell aunt Billy. As a result, I am currently the only person standing." James nodded. "You're correct. I can only share these details with you." He inhaled deeply and let it out gradually. He took another glance at Din. "Well. I went on a secret mission to find the Mafia who kept killing people but he was also hard to find. I mean…" James became irate and rose to his feet. "This man hasn't been apprehended in five years. Whenever the cops search for him, they invariably come up dead." "So you haven't located h

"Had to say that what you're doing... it matters. The Covenant... they were going to... going to do this to entire cities. You stopped them." "I know," Dimitri said. "Worth it," James said. "Worth dying here... knowing they're stopped. Worth it." His eyes closed. His breathing stopped. Just like that. One moment he was there, and the next moment he was gone. Dead in the back of an SUV, four miles away from the burning ruins of the facility that had killed him. Dimitri sat in the darkness, James's body in his arms, and for the first time in days, he felt the weight of what he'd done.

A middle-aged man stood at the back. It was Gavin. Wearing a surly expression, he said coldly, “James, I didn’t think you’d show yourself. This will be your final resting place.” James stared at them coldly. “You piece of trash. Looking down on me?” Carrying David in his arms, he walked straight toward them. “Get him!” “Kill him!” Hundreds of armed men charged toward James. They hacked at James with machetes. Even though James was all alone, they stood no chance against him. James dodged a series of their attacks while looking for an opening.

Drake and Myst were no match for James, so Dustin gestured for them to hold back. Calmly, he sidestepped. Madison was stunned. “Mr. Harris, aren’t we supposed to capture him alive?” she asked. “This man is formidable. I must give it my all. In any case, he’s marked for death. Dying by my hand will close the case,” James said coldly. Madison frowned at the breach of protocol but said nothing further. “The top Mystic Agent of the Outlaws Department, huh?” Dustin scoffed. As James launched another attack, a fierce wave of energy surged forward. Dustin’s hair and clothes whipped wildly in the air.

"I'm a realist. I'm doing what has to be done." "No. You're doing what you want to do. Using the sun as an excuse." "The sun is dying. That's not an excuse. That's a fact." "Then we'll find another way. A better way. One that doesn't require turning humanity into cattle." "There is no other way!" "Then we die free. Not slaves." His father lunged for the gun. Sarah shot him. Once. In the leg. He dropped. "Security's coming," James said. Looking at monitors. "He's not alone here. He's got a whole team."

Ines whispered. The last two drones hung in the air like vultures. Projected text appeared beneath them, shimmering in blue-white letters: RUNNING IS FUTILE. THE CITY IS MINE. Varian holstered his gun slowly, eyes locked on the drones. “Hit the deck,” he said softly. Everyone dropped. Varian aimed at the ground and fired—intentionally. The shot ricocheted, pinging upward at a perfect angle, striking one drone through the sensor. It exploded midair.

He scrambled to the central console, his fingers flying. I held the drones at bay, but I could feel the Ouroboros fighting back, trying to reclaim its children. The strain was immense. A trickle of blood ran from my nose. >THREE MINUTES. “Almost… got it…” Jeff muttered. One of the drones twitched, breaking free from my hold. It swiveled, its weapon aimed not at Jeff, but at me. Time seemed to slow. I saw Jeff look up from the console, see the drone, see the threat to me—to us. His face contorted in panic.