Murder Machine Novels & Stories

Garrow argued, and he looked at the massive cannon with a look of pure terror. "We don't have time for a retreat, because if she gets behind our lines, she’ll kill even more of us, so those thirty men are just going to have to be a sacrifice for the greater good of the Iron-Fang pack," I told him, and I felt a cold sense of satisfaction as I watched Vane start to crank the lever that would ignite the internal core of the machine. I watched the Huntress through my binoculars and saw her take down another three of my men with a series of brutal kicks and stabs, and I noticed that Theron was finally making his way toward her from the ramparts.

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rusted metal.

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."

Margo said, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall. Machine did as she suggested. He grabbed the first few pieces of paper and frowned as he looked at the information associated with their names and pictures. Margo had filed everything from the least to the worst. As Machine went his face began to grow pale. He paused on the picture of the man named Blade. He looked like a completely disarming person but the list of charges he had were enough to make his blood run cold. The man was a veritable psychopath. He looked up at Margo worried about what he would see next. “Keep going.” She said, nodding her head.

He reasoned that forty-four million dollars should be able to not only bring him back to business, but also help him establish restaurants in three cities, Los Angeles, Houston and New York. He applied for the loan, and like other borrowers did not consider the clauses in the loan contact, before enthusiastically signing them. A year into the loan duration, he had paid back half of the loan, one month into the second year Lucas was murdered in his home in Miami, in the same fashion as the others, except that it was the little toe in his right leg that was mutilated. Danny took a sip of his coffee, and was about to click open the case file of the fourth victim, when his desk intercom began to

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

He called me too. We walked outside the gazebo as we saw a man was setting something on a big rectangular machine. Another man came holding a big shotgun. My eyes popped out. Is he also a Mafia man?? "Ready!!" Joey shouted at the man, near the machine before adjusting the barrel. Abruptly the man pulled the lever of the machine followed by a loud screeching sound and a disc came out of the machine and flew up in the air. Joey narrowed his eyes at the front sight of the gun and pulled the trigger and BAM...

The woman started to like aesthetically with her voice resounding all over the cave. "Six." She stood up from her chair and laughed hard, getting herself a cup of water. "I cannot kill my cousin to save myself. I'd rather die in his stead just like right now." Ethan shouted and everybody looked at his side waiting for the machine to do just what it was created for—kill if a lie is detected. "Passed." The machine beeped green. "I will see you on the other side brother." This was his last statement before he disappeared with Cole and we are left with just Conor and Chris.

Lorenzo and I exchanged a knowing glance, our shared determination igniting a flicker of hope amidst the suffocating despair. "She's close," Lorenzo whispered, his gaze steady and unwavering. Loud gun shots echoed all around in the huge mansion. Cold bodies lying unalive on the floor as we walked over those bodies to find her. "Damn! She really is a killing machine." I heard Lorenzo's voice ringing in my ear through the earpiece. He is right. She is a killing machine. The amount of dead bodies we crossed and the way blood is splattered on the floor like water proves it.