Murder Drones James Novels & Stories

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

I was once the Pythia, an oracle of Apollo. After marrying the late king, I became known as the Oracle Priestess. When my husband died in battle, I faked my death and returned to the temple. From then on, I devoted myself to protecting the capital with the gods' blessing. Then one day, they brought my daughter's body into the temple. She was covered in raw, unhealed wounds, and her eyes were still open. The attendants tossed her body, wrapped in nothing but a straw mat, onto the floor. Then they stood nearby whispering. "Poor princess. The king cared more about the Rose of Highcourt than his own sister. He let her suffer until her wounds became infected and she died in agony. "King Theron wa

I tried to stand, but my legs were lead. "Now, now, Lyra," Julian’s voice purred. "Let’s talk about the 'Ex-Wife' clause. You found the photo, didn't you? My first success. My son. You wondered why you’d never met him? It’s because he’s currently piloting the very drones that are hovering over your head." I looked up, my vision clearing as the Sovereign fire in my blood fought back against the blue corruption. High above, a fleet of drones moved in perfect synchronization. They weren't being flown by computers; the movement was too organic, too much like a pack hunting.

Not only did they sound nearer with every explosion, he could feel them breathing down his neck. As the sun began to light the horizon, he realized the river wasn’t so far ahead. Light from behind him radiated out in front of the bike, illuminating the road and revealing a patch of green in the distance that had to be the growth next to the river. A whirring noise got his attention. Adam slowed so he didn’t wipe out as he looked up and saw a batch of drones coming his way. He quickly looked around but saw no place to hide. There were a few trees in the distance, but he’d never get there in time. The six drones flew closer, spreading out, clearly searching for him. The quick pop, pop, pop of

The guards dragged me out, their grips bruising. My mind spun with everything Colin had said, everything I'd learned. James was a murderer. Or Colin was lying. Or they were both monsters and I was caught between them. And tonight, at the summit, one of them would probably kill me unless I made a move first. Back in my tower room, I pulled out the ledger, staring at the damning pages. Ares's crimes, documented in careful detail. But now I knew James had crimes too. Villages burned. Innocents murdered. All hidden beneath a veneer of righteous justice.

“Yes. We traced him back to the Stormveil Pack. His name was James Brightmore.” I forced my expression to remain neutral, though my stomach churned at the name. “Stormveil? Wasn’t that one of the packs destroyed?” Draven tilted his head, studying me. “Good memory. Yes.” “So he was a survivor, then?” I pressed, trying to sound casual. “Perhaps,” Draven said slowly. “Or perhaps he was involved in the pack’s destruction. We’re looking into it.” The thought made me feel sick. Could James have been complicit in the murder of my family? Of my pack? My mind raced, the weight of the possibility threatening to crush me.

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

One of the villains pinned him with shadow tendrils. Mike shouted, “James, duck!” He pressed a button. The drone shot upward, releasing a shockwave of blue light that exploded outward. The villains staggered back, their forms glitching. James rolled away, chest heaving. “Mike! That thing is crazy!” Mike smirked. “Thank me later.” Clara watched all of them fighting, helping, and risking themselves. For her. Something inside her tightened. The tallest villain steadied himself and pointed directly at Clara. “We smell your blood, child of the old time. Your power will awaken soon… and when it does…”