Cyber Samurai Novels & Stories

“My ear is amused when I call you Sir Samuel, or Sir Sam? Look like a spell.” “Haha, very funny.” But Samuel isn’t entertained at all. Samuel Conwell, the Herrscher of old Squad 55. His squad was disabled after his members were eliminated when going on expedition to get rare Fluxter core. The survived Herrscher is maintained at Dorm to back up memberless squad, and or help other division. Just like Samuel, he is an instructor that teach new recruits and he also Cornelio’s mentor. Cornelio was failed to join Herrscher Program before, but Samuel tried his best to give him second chance to join and he made it. Cornelio was live with Samuel for a while too, that’s why both of them are close as b

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

Natalie Samrat aka Fuoco. To add to his suspicion, the time frame when this hacker first became inactive and later active coincided with the seven years time frame of Natalie, when she was in a vegetative state and then, woke up from her sleep. Nick was not ready to agree that there could be so many similarities. The more he thought, the more his suspicion on Fuoco aka Natalie samrat being "bumblebee" became strong.

“Anna, watch.” He stepped toward my uncle, hands raised, unarmed. My stomach twisted in apprehension. “Sam…” I whispered. “What are you doing?” He didn’t answer. His gaze was locked on my uncle, unwavering. My uncle smirked. “Finally realizing your mistakes, Carter? Or are you here to die with her?” Sam’s voice was low, precise. “No. I’m here to end this.” He glanced at me briefly. “Trust me.” With a quick movement, Sam pulled a small device from his pocket—a tablet. He swiped across the screen. Instantly, every security camera in the docks, every access point to the Carter Industries vaults, every confidential system linked to my uncle’s accounts triggered alarms.

"Find the woman. Find the sister. If they reach the service lift, they can get to the street level." "Sir, the sensors are blind," Miller replied through the mask. "The Disconnect team... they’re flooding the internal network with fake video loops. I’m seeing Samantha in the garage, in the kitchen, and in the elevator all at the same time." Silas stopped typing. He looked at the wall of screens. He saw a hundred Samanthas; he saw a hundred Noras. They were running through hallways and laughing at the cameras. Adrian was showing Silas that even a man who can see everything can be blinded by too much light.

"His name is Aaron Hermes. I'm not sure of his exact age, but I think he's around 25 and tall. That's all I have for now. And tell me where he was five years ago, what he's doing now, and his relationship with Sarah Miller." "Consider it done. I'll call you back." The voice dropped the call. Samuel muttered, "I can't get him out of my head. He kept staring at me, and there's something...familiar about him. Why?" He noticed the company site trying to recover from his hack again. He smirked, tapping his fingers on the keyboard. "So you're back? Think it's easy to escape my grip?" He typed a message onto the site. "Tough luck, your site's in my hands. You'll need a bigger fish than your last ha

“Oh, ok, and What does Sammy do?” “She joined a group of elite hackers. I did not want to get involved with her again because she is dangerous,” she laughs. “Dangerous?” Casey says. “Yes, you know, the type that they destroy everyone around you if they feel you are a threat.” “You got me, so it's fine. You don't need her,” Casey smiles, “what do you need to be done?” “Well, nothing. I just need her to be our eyes and ears.” “Ok,” says Casey thinking Tiffany is bluffing.

And for the first time, I understood something clearly: Tiffany Stonewall wasn’t here to negotiate. She was here to make an example. Sam’s voice filled the room again. “Is that what you wished to see, sir?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “Thank you, Sam. What else can you do?” “I am capable of advanced counter-intelligence operations,” Sam replied. “This includes detecting surveillance devices, neutralizing tracking software, and placing phone taps from virtually any location.” I exchanged a glance with Michelle. “Sam,” I said, “run a full scan for bugs. Any devices. Anything active.”

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.

Samar wanted it that way, and that was the reason that Jayant was sitting outside in the living room of Rizwan's apartment watching TV, while Samar and Rizwan were closed in his office. Rizwaan was a handsome lanky man approaching thirty. Simple, if not for his designer goatee and extraordinary brains for anything related to computers. He was also Samar Jagtap's most trusted ally in the quest of bringing down the Vaghelas. Samar had an acumen for finance and an insider's knowledge of Vaghela weaknesses, and Rizwan was for the lack of a refined term an unparalleled cyber-criminal. Espionage, identity theft, financial theft, theft of classified information, spamming, scamming, hacking for fun,