Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character Novels & Stories

Another officer spoke up from the back of the bridge. “Bring it on screen.” Fel muttered. He half expected it to be from The Strike complaining about the whole situation so when a human appeared on screen, Fel was both confused but also worried. The male was handsome for a human with black hair and green eyes that glimmered like beer bottles. There was a cruelness in those features. A sadistic playfulness that had Fel's blood running cold.

I hurry to Cadoc’s side, and he moves so he’s standing half in front of me. A muscular, shirtless male emerges into the clearing carrying a huge white bathtub over his head. His biceps bulge. I shuffle a little further behind Cadoc. The male is older—maybe mid to late thirties. His brown hair and beard are shaggy. He has the look of a scavenger about him—fur on his chest, pointed ears, claws for fingernails. He’s handsome, but he’s clearly verging on feral. There’s a strange bronze ring around his blown black pupils.

His hands were veined, like someone who often spends his mornings or evenings at the gym. Her jaw was very firm, giving a masculine impression to his small face. His nose was sharp, his gaze was sharp and deep. The look in his eyes really looked familiar. The ash gray mane complements the look that looks amazing at that time, making anyone who sees it will think that he is a Japanese manga character who has been brought into the real world with the help of the Gods. This man is not human. Everyone will label him with a sentence like that. Realizing that Malia noticed such detail, the man immediately gave a sweet smile. Malia blinked quickly. Very disrespectfully, she returned to pay attentio

◼Rose POV◼ Once I had stayed alone with the donors, I stood up and ordered them to undress. Checking the three donors, I chose one. He was a young human male, around twenty-two, blue eyes as the sky and white skin as porcelain. He had a slim but toned body. Long straight hair with a slight red highlight. A bad boy. He had two body tattoos—one tiger on his left pectoral and a snake down his thigh. My type. Smiling, I ask him to join me. I had ordered the rest to leave.

Mine to wield. Footsteps crunched outside, heavy and deliberate. The flap lifted, and Malachi ducked inside, his massive frame filling the space. Towering over her at nearly seven feet, his body was a map of scars and sinew, black hair tied back to reveal sharp cheekbones and eyes like polished obsidian. He wore only loose pants of hide, his bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat from whatever predawn exertions he'd been about. In his hand, he held a strip of dried meat and a waterskin.

The guards all bowed as he walked " Get the stuffs in the car " he ordered and they all rushed toward the car Alyssa followed him silently ******* " Luther, you are finally back " A man who look like he's in his early forties said with a smile " Yeah,,with his mate " Another woman who is likely to be his wife said and Luther faced them " Yeah,,am back. I found her ' He said " I fucking smell human in this house!! " A voice of a girl who should be between 17 or 18 years said out loudly walking into the same room they are in

The room had dim lighting, but I could see the outlines of his terrifyingly familiar face, and the white smoke curling out of his mouth. “Is this what he has been fucking? I’m disappointed.” Another male voice said and I gasped again, shifting slightly. The man stepped forward, out of the shadows so I could see him. He was young. He was tall, broad and had that dark aura that Adonis carried around… but with none of the grace. This person was downright repulsive. His lips had a piercing, and ugly, weird tattoo lined the skin of his arms and neck. His straight dark hair fell haphazardly down his face. Most of his face were in the shadows, but I already decided that these people could kill me j

Darkness swallowed us for a second. Then a small interior flicked on, it was dim and yellow, enough to see. He removed the helmet first then the mask. I didn’t recognize him. He was in his late thirties, maybe early forties. Clean-cut, scar tracing faintly along his jaw. He wasn’t dressed like a soldier or like a mafia man. He was dressed like someone who belonged in boardrooms. He studied me carefully, assessing me. “You are not bleeding anywhere serious.” He said observing me.

And I have. I lean my shoulder on a nearby column and watch as he and his opponent salute each other. They both look like warriors of old when they raise their swords to their foreheads as a sign of respect. My attention is shattered when a dark man leans his shoulder on a column near me. He’s tall and dark, with a rocker vibe about him. I’m stunned. He’s gorgeous with a pitch-black faux-hawk and dark eyes. He’s wearing a black Nirvana t-shirt, skinny jeans, and black all-stars. He looks like Tom Welling and Ian Somerhalder’s love child. He’s still not as gorgeous as Azazel with his Brad Pitt and Alex Pettyfer looks, but he’s pretty hot.

He replied and I nodded. I didn't really care about the men until he got to the last one."This is our youngest man, he's only twenty, his name is Caden ." My father explained and I nodded.He was tall and really well built, he must have been sculpted to look like a fucking god.He had these peircing green eyes with hazel specks, a clean face and a mop of brown hair that sat on his head neat.