Blackwall Cyberpunk Novels & Stories

I can not continue like this, it feels like my life is getting shorter by the day. I wiped it clean and went back to Lyra on the bed, she was still waiting there like it was nothing. " You are not going to stay wrapped under that duvet for long, hope you know that?" I said to her, She nodded her head as she removed it from her body. My body began to react to her bare body, it was out of my world. I haven't been with a lot of women, but the ones I have been with could never match what was right before me.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

Marlo resists even moving an inch in his seat. He doesn't believe this little Alkhun would be able to such a high-level mana-wall that easily. "It might really break." Athena was wearing a worried expression. "You think?" Roswald asked. "Shut up!! It is not gonna broke." Marlo shouted that left everyone silent. The Blackhole still keeps expanding and almost reaching the mana wall. A glitch in mana can be seen at the mana wall. "If this continues, it will definitely break," Pamela stated that catching the attention of the team.

Evryn stood before it, the crystal in her palm glowing brighter with each step closer. When she touched the charred surface, a pulse surged beneath the ground. Metal petals peeled back from the earth like a blooming flower, revealing a spiraling staircase descending into darkness. “This wasn’t built,” Elara murmured. “It was buried.” They descended in silence, each step echoing with distant, mechanical groans. The Black Archive was nothing like the archives above. It was older. Alive. The walls breathed with data, veins of glowing code pulsing like arteries. Glass screens flickered to life as they passed, showing fractured memories—experiments, synthetic prototypes, erased identities.

he growled in my mind. Of course, he takes pleasure in killing my amusement. Beneath the clouds sat a town unlike any I’d seen. Strange machines crawled through it—tall, thin, metallic things curled on most buildings. That had to be Blackmaw. I slid off his back as he shifted, rising tall and bare. Sunlight poured over him, sharpening every line of muscle and scar. As much as I hated his psychotic behavior, I couldn’t deny it—like Asher, he was painfully breathtaking.

The truck bypassed the main highways and carved a path through the skeletal ruins of the Old Industrial Zone. Rain began to fall as they approached the city limits of Lunastre. It wasn't the clean mountain mist they had left behind. This was the black rain of the lowlands, thick with soot and the metallic tang of the refineries. It smeared against the windshield like grease. Sora watched the city skyline grow. The Citadel loomed over the other buildings, a needle of obsidian piercing the clouds. Every few seconds, a pulse of blue light rippled through the glass at its peak. Dante was scanning the city. The resonance arrays were active.

"Use every server in this basement. Break those micro-accounts, find the physical drop points, and get me the plates on those delivery vans. Move." Wallace hit a final sequence of keys. "Running the script now."

A roar of a dragon echoed, and then they were gone. Rift 2: The Roaring 20s. Mafia Vespera tipped her hat. The Enforcer holstered his guns. "Keep it real, toots," Mafia Vespera grinned. "And if anyone gives you trouble... send 'em swimming." They vanished into a cloud of sepia smoke. Rift 3: The Cyber Future. Cyberpunk Vespera saluted. The Titan nodded. "End of line," the Cyborg said. "Glory to the machine."

We didn't get to sleep for a week. We barely got an hour. The sun crested the jagged skyline of the Onyx City, pouring unforgiving white light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vantablack. The black glass floor drank the light, but the glare off the silver trim was blinding. I found Ashren standing by the glass.

“A new era. I wonder what fate has in store for us now the times have changed?” •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾• A WEEK AFTER THE NYTH’S DEPARTURE The Alpha of the Midnight Legion sat in the office, looking at the busy and gloomy city he now owns. Thousand of ideas ran through his mind— ruthless changes, especially for the city. The Black City was already as gloomy as it was. With walls made of basalt and dark rocks, everything was just painted in either black or white, or red.