Murder Machine Novels & Stories

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

"Stop asking stupid questions! what were you thinking you dummy, that I'm doing this without a gain from it? apart from my lust on those women's body, I have investors who are interested on the videos and pictures of all the ladies I abused!" "What!" Alice and Powell exclaims in unison with wide eyes. "It must be him who killed my daughter. Son of a bitch!" Powell gave a manly growl and gritted his teeth with his fist clenched to the floor he grabbed his gun and shot at the door and that triggered Dark Blood anger and he shoots steadily on the door.

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?"

“You are killing them. You are turning them into parts of a machine.” ​“We were always parts of a machine, Winnie!” Kael roared, the obsidian plates on his chest shifting with his anger. “Silas’s machine was made of cold iron and calculations. This machine is made of blood and shared dreams. We are no longer individuals struggling for a scrap of heat. We are the Grove. We are the ending that the First Architects intended.” ​I raised my rifle, my finger hovering over the trigger. “You’re a parasite, Kael. And I’m the exterminator.”

The moldy scent of the cellar filled my lungs, but I forced my breathing to slow, matching the steady, mechanical beat of a heart that had already accepted the possibility of death. I had to be a machine. A machine doesn't feel pain. A machine doesn't fear the muzzle of a gun. It just executes. The door groaned on its hinges. A sliver of light from the hallway above sliced through the darkness, a golden blade cutting the gloom. "Hey, wake up, sunshine," a voice called out. It was a man’s voice, thick with boredom. He sounded like a farmer checking on cattle, indifferent to the suffering he was overseeing.

Stephanos slipped inside, keeping low, a mouse that knew the hawks by name. To the left, soldiers stripped and cleaned rifles, stacked ammunition in patient towers. A corporal cursed a jam in clipped Saxon syllables; a private answered with a joke that didn’t quite land. Tin cups steamed beside a drum of bitter coffee that had forgotten the word bean. At the chamber’s centre—raised on a crate like an altar—sat the machine. APG MARK I.

The truth pressed in from every direction, merciless and suffocating. Anaïs stared at the screen, at the names that wouldn’t stop scrolling. Some she recognized from whispers in the news, unsolved disappearances that had never left her mind. Others were strangers. But all of them mattered. All of them deserved to be more than a line in a hidden file. Her voice trembled when it came. “So this is it. This is what we’ve been carrying. Proof of a machine that eats lives, swallows truth, and rewrites history to suit itself.”

I asked looking around. "That's what I was telling Amy. My toys are here." He replied casually like it wasn't one of the strangest thing he ever said. Carlos noticed my blank expression that's why he continued. "Well these 'Toys' are used to give someone a brutal death. Thier are so many ways you can kill someone brutally. We have different levels of machines depending on person's deed. Starting from basic to horrendous ways of dying. Like have you heard about peeling of human skin and putting the body on fire, cutting the head, electrocuting someone, inserting pins in the whole body-"

Luca POV The board looked impossible, it didn't look difficult or complicated. Impossible. Kai had taken over the main screen, pulling together everything we had—Matteo’s data, Hartwell’s internal access, Isabella’s structural insight—and turned it into something we could actually see. And what I saw…Was a machine. Not an organization, not a network. A machine. Cold, precise, self-sustaining built to survive anything. “Jesus…” Marcus muttered under his breath.

Anne was just too good at hiding. Bang! The sound of a bullet being released was once again heard almost immediately, someone was shot and fell silent. A minute passed, but Randy had not found Anne’s hiding spot yet. The three killing machines that had come with him were already dead. he was enraged! “Damn it! Come out and fight me Anne Luckser! I’ll skin you if I found you!” If this went out, Anne’s spectacular marksmanship would guarantee the death of all the killing machines. Despite having no sense of pain, they were all going to die if they took a bullet to the brain. Randy tried forcing Anne to show herself but the sounds of a trigger being pulled was once again heard..