Murder Machine Novels & Stories

She was clearly dead, but he continued to stab her again and again, as if he were a mindless robot. By the time the police got there, Luna's body was nearly unrecognizable. Cody accepted all of the charges by the police, and he didn't defend himself at all. The court's verdict came quickly. Cody was sentenced to death.

"You just threatened to kill me." "And I will again." He reached into his jacket and pulled out another knife, this one longer and more wicked looking than the dagger I'd melted. The blade caught the light streaming through the windows, sharp enough to cut shadows. "The question is whether you're going to melt this one too, or if that little trick was a one-time thing." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't know how that happened." "Then we'll find out together." He stood up slowly, the knife held loosely in his grip. Not threatening yet, but ready. "Because either you're telling the truth about being some kind of resurrection victim, or you're the most dangerous enemy I've ever let in

Kael tackled Aurora, rolling her out of the blast radius just as the floor where she was standing melted into slag. "It’s indestructible!" Mia threw a grenade at it. The machine just swatted the grenade away like a fly. The Machine turned its attention to Serenity. "NO!" Jackson abandoned his cover. He charged the machine, firing his handgun at its sensors. "Over here, you ugly toaster!" The Machine grabbed Jackson by the throat and lifted him up. "Jackson!" Serenity screamed. Jackson gasped for air, his feet dangling. He tried to stab the machine's joints, but the metal was too hard.

‌I sta‌red at t‍he grainy⁠ black-an⁠d-white moni‍tor, my nails diggi‌ng‍ so hard into my pal‍m⁠s‌ that t‍hey broke t⁠he skin. On​ the screen, the two remainin⁠g mercenarie⁠s mov​ed with lethal synchronicity. They split up, flanking the‍ ruined marbl‌e kitchen island from b​oth‍ sides. Th​ey‍ had their submachine g‌uns raised, fingers on the triggers​.

The sky was as shady as water; amidst the white and blue blankets of clouds, emerged out the gray machine. The blades rotated at a faster rate making an ear-penetrating noise. With each passing second, the noise got louder as the machine descended on the white helipad. The area was being guarded by thirty-armed people, out of which ten were tall, lean, smart and sturdy females while rest of the army consisted of the men who didn't hesitated in putting a bullet across the head of anyone messing with their master.

Blood, fat, and clotted tissue are forced into the chute, leaving nothing recognizable behind. Another man follows, his chest caved in, his arms dangling uselessly, and the machine swallows him with the same brutal inevitability, grinding bone and muscle together in a wet, unrelenting roar. I can’t look away, my stomach heaving, my hands shaking, and every fiber of me wants to vomit as I realize exactly what these cops can do to a body in this place and that my father and I could be next–alive. The men move with cruel, vile purpose. Every motion is merciless and filthy in its intent. Each action is meant to terrorize us and to make it clear that any second could be our last.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

I pleaded, my voice snatched away by the gale. ​I looked at his hands. The skin was blackened, the smell of ozone and burnt flesh clinging to his clothes. He had acted as a lightning rod for an entire county's worth of electricity. Most men would be a charred husk, but the code had protected his vitals just long enough to commit suicide. He was finally quiet. The "Machine" had been purged, leaving behind a man who looked smaller, older, and terrifyingly mortal. ​But the quiet was only for him.

The Tyranno-AMHAR: Peacemaker was not a war machine, it was an extermination device. Phill ran as fast as possible to the workshop hoping the machine hadn't eliminated Nat and Gree. He saw Chronos taking his blades out of his backpack which made him change his direction to stop him from going towards the machine. Then a deafening noise came out of the machine's speaker, paralyzing everyone in 50 kilometers around it. Phill couldn't move, neither Chronos nor the rest of the town. The machine then anchored itself to the ground and shot the first railgun spike which effortlessly performed everything in front of it in a distance of 500 meters. It switched to the heavy ammo barrels, and as it sho