Cyberpunk Altar Novels & Stories

"Because it's not a weapon, boy. It's a god. Or what's left of one. Bound in steel, carved with the bones of the first cursed child. We don't speak its name because names are doors, and doors open things we're not always ready to face." "And you think it can cut a bond like Zeina's?" Dirus stepped closer, eyes gleaming with something ancient and hungry. "If it can't... nothing can." We walked for hours more, though time had lost meaning. Downward, always downward, until the stone turned glassy, and the air hummed like a held breath. Then finally, we reached it. The Black Altar. A chamber carved into the earth's heart, where no sun had ever touched. The ceiling rose in jagged teeth. At its ce

“This is where the corruption was born. The First Wolf, twisted by grief, created this altar with the bones of his fallen pack. He prayed not for peace, but for *power.* And something answered.” The ground rumbled as she spoke. I turned to Alina. “We shouldn’t be here alone.” “We’re not alone,” Mira whispered. “We were never alone.” Suddenly, the altar shimmered—and a shape emerged from it. Not a creature. Not a man. But *something* wearing the illusion of a man. Pale skin. Hollow eyes. No mouth. Just a long, jagged crack across the face. Alina raised her sword. “What the hell are you?”

They were watching his slow, quiet unraveling. By the time the sun began to set, the apartment was filled with long, cold shadows. The orange light of the sunset bled across the marble floors like spilled paint. Luca sat in the dark living room, his knees pulled to his chest on the massive leather sofa. He didn't turn on the lights. He just watched the city transition from day to night, the towering skyscrapers lighting up one by one like a cold, artificial constellation. He was waiting. He hated himself for it, but his ears were tuned to the sound of the foyer, waiting for the soft chime of the elevator, waiting for the heavy, measured footsteps of the man who had locked him in this iron ci

“These bars are special, you know. Taken from a witch’s dungeon decades ago. These two block abilities and make lying… painful. Most people just start letting the truth slip out. Crap. Ally moves to look her in the eyes. “Then you know my warning is real. Please! Start moving people! You don’t know how strong they are! How awful it-” “Continue,” the Beta presses. Ally tries to hold in words but they come rushing out. “I’ve seen what they do here in a vision of the future. It’s horrible.” She shivers then goes on. “Please, we need to take action, I can’t lose-.” She takes another breath before letting it spill. “I can’t lose Nick.” The Beta and lady Gamma stay silent. Their eyes lose focus. T

The environment was a shattered landscape of floating geometric shapes, half-rendered buildings, and bottomless chasms of white static. SYSTEM ALERT: CRITICAL CORRUPTION DETECTED. REGION: UNCHARTED. WARNING: ADMIN PROTOCOLS OFFLINE IN THIS SECTOR. "Where am I?" Ren muttered. "You're in the Quarantine Zone." Ren spun around, his hand instinctively dropping to the spectral pistol at his hip. Standing twenty feet away, perched on a floating slab of concrete, was Jax. The glitch-kid looked different. His avatar was no longer a swirling mess of blue static. He was stable, clear, and sharp. He wore a hooded cloak made of shifting binary numbers, and the golden Admin Key hung around his neck like a

“…Enough that humans never survived them.” Fantastic. He turns a corner, and suddenly the tunnel widens into a vast underground hall—so huge the ceiling disappears into shadow. Tall pillars carved with runes line the sides, and at the far end, raised on a cracked stone platform, stands— “The altar,” Lucien says quietly. “The Altar of Echoes.” I don’t know what I expected. A table? A spooky pedestal? Something P*******t-worthy? Not this. The altar is a massive slab of stone carved with overlapping circles, stars, and wreath symbols—the kind I’ve seen in nightmares I always assumed were stress-induced.

'' Yes i have'nt been able to beat her yet '' said Adam . '' Anyway , Arthur can't use anything so you guys will have to train him '' the master said . '' He will go to the valley of death to search for the legendary alchemist Alexandrite '' the master said . '' But no one has come out alive from the valley of death i heard '' said Adam . '' YES but he has the determination so you have to help him '' said master . '' We will be glad to help '' said Celia welcome to the team . '' I will teach you like a spartan '' said Noir . '' I will be glad to you all '' Arthur said . '' Let's find a place for you to stay Arthur '' said Celia . '' You can stay with us '' said Noir . '' can i ? asked Arthu

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

A gold necklace dangled from his hand, and the reeking smell of whatever was inside the charm made William back away, a scowl on his face. "What the hell is that?" William demanded when Paoli crossed the room and slipped the necklace over Amber's head. "Wolfbane," Paoli said over his shoulder. As the trio stood watching, the transformation gradually slowed. Several minutes later, it stopped completely, and Amber was left in exhausted human form. She crumpled in on herself. One last moan escaped her lips before she fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness. Relief washed through Emily with enough force to make her knees weak. "You fixed her," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes tearful.

He is a kind person and not like this. "Oh! I remember, I also told them that if I ended up being ruined, I will forget that I have them." After saying it. Owen turned away and leave Nicolai turned pale. Owen get his laptop and started tapping it. He needs to find a large size building to buy for his future group. He will show those people that he is not that easy to stomp on. Five years of painful living was enough. "Owen." He raised his head when he heard Nicolai called him.