Cyberpunk 2077 Lore Book Novels & Stories

Behind them, the city of Nova Luna glowed in the darkness, a beacon of defiance and hope in the center of the wasteland. The Covenant was sealed. Long live the Queen. [END OF BOOK ONE]

Creatures that looked like us. "The Progenitor," I said. "It's not the first. It's a survivor. The last of its kind." "And we carry its blood," Leo said. "All of us. Every Variant." The key pulsed. The book glowed. I closed the cover. "We need to take this," I said. "The Council will know," Kai said. "The Council already knows. They've been hiding this for centuries." I picked up the book. It was heavy. Warm.

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

She saw battles fought in distant lands, intricate spells woven by powerful sorcerers, and moments of profound peace and harmony. As the visions subsided, Sable found herself standing on the edge of a grand library, its shelves filled with countless books and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and knowledge. A figure cloaked in robes stood at the center of the library, beckoning her closer. Sable approached cautiously, her eyes searching the figure's face for any signs of deceit. But there was only kindness and wisdom etched upon their features. The figure extended a hand, offering S Sable a thick, leather-bound book. "This is the Book of Ancients," the figure said, their

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

— That's the problem, I don't know anything about him — I confess. “Yeah, well, that could be a problem I have the answer to,” he says, as he takes a small book out of his pocket. The small book fits easily into the palm of his hand, and he hands it to me. I open the first page of the black leather bound book, which has nothing on the cover, and inside are detailed pages filled with writing and paintings of moons much like the marks on my neck. — Do you want to read? It's the story of the forbidden god and everything he stands for. - Yes. I mean thank you. You wrote this? I ask. He shakes his head without saying anything else. I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden go

Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book. “What do you mean daddy? How am I so special besides being born a female instead of a male?” Corbin asks looking at the book intently before finally looking up at her dad as he stares at his hand on top of the book. “When you were about a year old. Paden showed up with this book under her arm. She told me that she found it and that it belongs to me and my blood line.” Dell sighs as he let’s go of his daughter’s other hand. Turning the big book around to face his daughter he opens to the page he had marked so many years ago. “I read this book and found that it belonged to our original pack. It was written by a Shadow.” He says as Corbin l

Xasha came up to the man, “He must have been a Thorium Realm expert for his bones to survive this long.” Beside the man was a book with a metal cover. He took up the book in hand and opened it, but all that fell out was dust and loose pieces of pages that had not decomposed yet. The ink had long disappeared, but Xahsa saw one word visible in the entire Book, "pe Sage." "PE, sage? What's that?" a member of Xasha's 5 man cell commented. "Don't worry about it, let's just go, we're falling behind." Another member berated. She thought Choir was too easily distracted.

“Yes, but not bad, just a scratch on the hip. That was the highlight of the day anyway. The proles we hunted were Type Unknown. I'm guessing a mutation of an amph. " "Really? Wow and that on the first day. That's amazing!" "Yes, but ..." I stopped before I could continue to express my thoughts. "But what?" But that was not the only unknown type of proles that I saw today. My thoughts returned to the warehouse. To the arena, the kennels, the half-dead descendants and the people there. Nick, Taid. Should I tell Evangeline about it? She would surely get the shock of her life when she found out that I had been threatened with a gun.

If he was tattooed anyway, it meant he, too, had been born under the care of Doctor Christopher Krynick. That didn't make sense. According to the historical record, Doctor Krynick's labs had only been the first generation he had kept for research. Nothing was known that he had also bred proles. But if he did, the original scope of the disaster would be much greater than we had previously assumed. I looked up at Reese and the way he frowned, he was probably thinking similar thoughts.