Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character Novels & Stories

“Of course, you are. Your omega ward told me you only had berries and apples this morning.” Before I can answer, the grand doors open. Susana and Bella enter first, followed by a male figure I haven’t seen before. He is huge, built like a warrior. He has deep and pronounced scars on his face. The male has eyes of gold with a jaw that is very much, clenched tight, as if he’s biting back words or curses. His nose may been broken before, maybe more than once—I know this because I have brothers. And his hair is nothing but a dark mane streaked with strands of sun-bleached brown, as if he’s spent years under the open sky.

“No, I don’t” I started working and the day was going on fine till suddenly a man walked inside. He came directly to me and stood right in front of me. I stared at him. He was tall, with a muscular body, long black hair, beard, and his eyes were silver blue. He wore a white shirt and black old jeans giving him the bad boy look. He looked like that actor Jason Momoa “Yes?” I asked. He crooked a smile and said: “I am here for this”

it didn't take boy up to 20 minutes and all the vampires were on the floor groaning in pain while he chuckled starring at them and his black eyes return back to normal . "bravo young master ,you took down 2000 vampire most top ranked warriors in 3 days am really impressed " a young man who looks like he is in his early 40s said smiling .his hair was gray and very curly giving him a unique appearance "oh hi Mr Casta " the boy said smiling as he made his way towards Mr Casta who giggled and tossed a towel forward and he caught it . " so why are you here " he ask and Mr Casta chuckled

"The new healer is here." I step past the threshold, my eyes adjusting to the dim light until I see a massive wolf of a man sitting in a specialized chair by the tinted glass window, a heavy furs covering his lower body. I expected an old, ancient elder from the way the pack spoke of him, but the male who turns his head to look at me is young, dangerously handsome, and possesses sharp, dominant features that make my breath catch in my throat. My heart stops dead in my chest as I look at his jawline, his nose, the exact shape of his eyes. He looks exactly like Jalen and Kairo.

Now, they do have a lot to explain and clarify things up before hell breaks loose from my tight grip. "Who are you?" I heard Z's voice then I'm back to the present. The guy in front chuckled which makes me want to raise a brow. He had this look of a badass guy. A messed jet-black hair, a piece of piercing in his left ear, and one in the right part of his nose. A deep jet-black eyes, pointed nose, and a jaw of course. He didn't even match D's cool and handsome looks. Now, where does that come from? Geez, concentrate on the situation, Red!

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

I gasp out, my memory remembering the dungeons and the burning down building. “Shh, I’ll explain everything later.” Just as those words leave his lips, the hospital room bursts open with a young male surrounded by guards. The male was of alpha birth, that much was clear by the strength of his aura. He was young, younger than me yet he had a confidence about him that was years ahead of his time. I scan his face and then his neck before following the artist path of the tattoos that seem to be covering his skin. “Going somewhere?” His lips curl up into a smirk, his eyebrow quirking as his eyes fall upon me.

He always sounded so young, I knew of his age, but I pictured him to be more like Marc, as he’s always goading Zayne and making jokes. This male is something else altogether, not what I expected, with his tiger yellow eyes and golden blond hair, he looks more like a playboy than an Alpha. But you would never mistake him for anything other than the predator that he is. Standing well over six feet. With broad shoulders encased in a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath stretched over a muscled chest. His dark jeans and biker boots laced halfway as if he got bored with doing the string and just let them loose. I notice a little silver ring on his left pinky finger.

The delta called as he pulled the wolf's body closer to his just as a male came through the hallway, his hazel eyes and curly brunette hair tilted red from the lights that lit the hallway. The male was of average height, not as tall as Tarin, and talk more of Draven, who looked like a Greek statue god. No, this male had more calm and feminine features, with long lashes, full lips, and a soft jawline, with soft curled hair falling over his face. His turtleneck and pants showed his beautiful shoulder and an insanely slim waist as he leaned on one leg, his hip pointed to one side. “What happened to her?” The male asked the delta, but the delta only looked clueless as he turned to Myra to fully

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.