Cyberpunk 2077 Lore Book Novels & Stories

The System had been keeping score across three generations and presenting the bill to whoever was currently occupying the Dreadmourne bloodline. He was the last one left to pay it. He set the number aside. Negative Karma was a problem for a version of him that had survived the next three days, and that version didn't exist yet. Third: what he knew. This was the inventory that mattered. He closed his eyes and went through it methodically, the way he had organized notes before examinations in a life that no longer existed. The novel was called The Ashford Chronicles. Seven volumes, the last two released eighteen months apart while the fandom grew increasingly anxious. He had read all seven twi

Ahead, a yawning crack that had opened earlier between aisles—an ink‑filled void we’d been skirting around—began to close. Stone blocks rose out of the darkness one by one, like steps in an invisible staircase, locking together. Words bloomed across them as they surfaced: BRIDGE, SAFE, HOLD. Each block thudded into place with the finality of a period. The floor stitched itself into a path. A screen shard from the Admin’s body spun down, angling straight for Corvin’s head. Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text

One heartbeat sped up excitedly. The hidden baby pulsed softly beneath the surface, quieter than the others but unmistakably present. Only after reassuring himself we were alright did Sol finally look toward the rest of the room. Order and Chaos stood near the sanctuary windows waiting silently. Marcus looked marginally calmer now, mostly because Pamela still refused to let him leave unsupervised. Hunter looked exhausted by all royal bloodlines in existence. Honestly? Reasonable. Sol inhaled slowly. “The book that was taken…” He looked toward Order briefly. “…appears to be an Origin Book.”

I looked at Piercy. “Um… yes? Who is this?” “It’s Brett. There were seven rogues.”

Henceforth, This usb pin contains a 13 minute video tutorial of a mysterious genome script tutorial that was tempting beyond rationale. He recalled that he found the usb pin from the pocket of the headless guy that he fought inside the glitch. Though, he was absolutely mortified later in the party on cruise when realized the headless guy that he killed or— whom he had put out of misery—was most probably a member of Immortal crawlers. Since they were wearing exactly the same attire. Nevertheless, the title of the genome script was 'Niflheim Domain' and Creed was now gazing at it with an insatiable hunger.

"I was thirteen, and he was one of those popular kids that gets everything. He was brought up by his older brother, Randall Lorenzo; his friends call him Randy. Andy and I were cool, hung out, drank, and kissed girls while going high. I would be in trouble with my parents, and Logan would see me differently. And so, one day, Andy asked me to help him release his brother from prison. So, I hack into the system and put out all the prisoners. Once I discovered the real reason why Randy was put in prison was because of his rap sheet; he's a killer, a rapist who preys on women, young and old, and a drug addict who hid millions of dollars of cocaine anywhere. When the FBI arrested me, I was locked

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

*THE END OF BOOK 1* BOOK 2: The Lycans’ Luna: Dryad of The Elden Wood Will come soon ;)

“Christian and his brother, Alonso, spent most of their childhood here. I only found this place because I intercepted a transmission once… it was never in any of their files.” The place looked abandoned — until you noticed the blood-red insignia still carved into the steel doors: a faint serpent twisted through a crown. We stepped inside. The scent of old smoke and colder memories hit me instantly. This wasn’t just a place where kids grew up. It was a crucible. A forge for monsters. Our boots echoed against the floor as we moved past discarded crates and crates of untouched dust. In one dark corner, partially hidden under a broken desk, I found it — a thick leather book sealed in a cracked w

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.