Murder Machine Novels & Stories

If the machine wasn't going to crush them to death, then the water was going to kill them. A hundred times and over sheer force touched the bodies and effortlessly pushed them with ease. The few meters until the drop into the water felt like a mile of excruciating pain. The bodies around them were either breaking or being squeezed. The machine kept going until Maximus couldn't take the pain any longer. The bullet wound plus the situation at hand. Suddenly a scream escaped from him, but at this point, the machine was loud enough to quench that scream and every other which came after.

However, Alex used one of his many machines labelled death machines. The machine when set will stab a human close to the heart every thirty seconds and the speed increases as time goes on. After an hour of brutal torture, it finally stabs the heart sending the victim to his or her grave. Alex witnessed all of this, he was the master and Instructor even if Jackson cried like a baby begging for mercy in the hands of his old friend whom he had betrayed before. “Of course!” Alex smirked when he finally heard that Jackson was dead. He was a strong one, and he wouldn't lie. He kept on holding on to his dear life but in the end vanity upon vanity.

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.

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.

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.

"They're something else entirely. They were human once, thousands of years ago. But they found a way to transcend death without becoming deadies. They exist between states—not alive, not dead, not quite real." "How?" Willow asked. "By binding themselves to the system. The Soul Recycle Program isn't just a game. It's a machine. A construct built from collected souls, powered by suffering and fear. The administrators are part of that machine. They can't exist without it." "So if we destroy the machine...." Marcus started. "You destroy them. Yes." Dracula leaned forward. "But here's the problem. The machine is made of deadies. Millions of them. Every soul that's ever been trapped in the game is

Brighton drove down the road to Vera's place in silence; with her looking out the window distant minded and him concentrating on the road. "What was that thing Molly?" he asked. "I don't know," she responded. "It didn't look like anything that's from around here." "I don't think it is. Molly Jackman managed to convince Greg that it was a machine soldier but it is not. That thing is something completely different." "I've seen machine soldiers that thing is definitely something else," Det. Brighton said. "That thing is like thirty machine soldiers put into one. It's an abomination." "Yeah and it's ruthlessly after me, such joy."