Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk 2077 Lore Book

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

I hid it in the only place I knew it wouldn't be found, at least not by my kind. His shoulders slumped slightly as he looked back down at the book in his lap, his palm now stroking the cover, his thumb brushing up and down the spine. A flicker of pain darkened his features. 'I lied about it feeling like losing a limb,' he said, bitterness creeping into his voice and twisting it into something harder, colder. 'It was like cutting my fucking heart out of my chest and leaving it there to bleed out on a dusty shelf for centuries. I might not have been carrying the burden of it anymore, but I carried the pain of losing it every single fucking day. It was the only thing I had left of them. My last

I murmured quietly trying not to draw attention to myself. The picture in the first page of the book was Zemia, his siblings and who I assumed are his parents . I walked up to the Liberian with the book at him. “So is this fictional?!.” I asked. “No dear, it's history!.” She replied. I stared at the book in my hands “thank you!.” I told her and walked back to my seat. ^^^^ Zemia had an emergency call from Zephyr informing him about the current happenings in the underworld.

(Hirre's POV) ~In the next day~ the Tyranny Pack. "Hirre, what's now? Did you find something you needed?" Sandra, my cousin asked as she sat beside me. We were almost two hours in the massive Library but I only read a forbidden book about magic. "Yeah. This Book of Morgue matched the things that Doctor Zahard said to me." I said while continuing to read the contents. "So what did you find out?" Sandra added as she looked at me, waiting for me to reply.

“Okay, let’s just say that he is not as crazy as we think and that he’s actually right. So what?” I wanted to correct him by telling him that Thanos, or what I usually called by his fake name Rob, was not crazy but in the end, I decided against it and simply continued with what I had been wanting to say. “So that book does exist.” I took a sharp breath and I could swear the wind blew a bit stronger when I said, “The Book of The Damned. It does exist. And according to Thanos, Gaia’s key is the key to unleash its power.”

When I felt tears brimming around my eyelids, I ran to the car, shoving the door open as I barked, “Danger, drive.” The engine roared, the city lights blurring past, but my mind was stuck in the past. This is the perfect time to open The Black Book but I can't. Why the fuck did I not collect the crypt key from Brinda? Who knows where she kept it? The Syndicate Ledger contains every dark secret of the underworld — Transactions, alliances, betrayals. If I could just open The Black Book, I might finally piece together what really happened that night. That night five years ago… The night that ruined me.

Frustrated, I set it aside and stepped out of my room for a walk to clear my head. As I strolled the halls, I noticed a group of soldiers carrying crates filled with books. “Wait,” I called out, stopping them. They froze and turned to me. The scent hit me before I even reached the boxes—Colt’s scent. My monster brother’s lingering essence clung to the books like a haunting memory. “Where are these from?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I reached for one of the books. “From Raven’s old base,” one soldier answered with a respectful nod.

But a soft, ambient glow emanating from the walls themselves, revealing a chamber unlike anything Lena had ever seen. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, arching into a series of interwoven symbols that pulsed with pale, silvery light. The floor was smooth obsidian, the walls lined with towering shelves filled with scrolls, tomes, and relics. At the very center stood a massive pedestal, atop which rested— A book. Bound in dark leather, its cover embossed with the same Rift symbols Lena had seen in her visions. A chill swept through her. Cassian exhaled slowly, stepping toward it. “This is—”

The room felt smaller. Evelyn stood. “Then why is she looking at me like I already gave the order?” No one answered. Back in the city, Damian stood alone in a burned-out office beneath the ruins of the Circle’s safehouse. Smoke clung to the air like memory. He pried open a charred drawer and found a hidden compartment. Inside: a single leather-bound book. No label. No crest. He opened it. Journal entries — handwritten, old, yet clear. "The wolves are fracturing. They no longer obey blood — only fear. Unless we create a new bloodline, one they cannot defy, everything will fall to ruin."