Cyberpunk Arm Blades Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The golden blade of light shot from Julian’s hand, cutting through the air with a hungry hiss. My mother didn’t move. She didn’t scream. She stood her ground as the light hit her shoulder, slicing through her jacket. But instead of blood, a shower of blue sparks erupted from the wound. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Mom!" She stumbled back, but she didn’t fall. She looked at Julian with a cold, hard smile. She ripped away the torn fabric of her sleeve, revealing a limb made of matte-black carbon fiber and glowing blue wires.

"We ride." Mafia Cyprian crushed his cigar out in an ashtray. He reached into his jacket and pulled out two snub-nosed revolvers. "Let's go whack an Emperor." Cyberpunk Cyprian’s red eye flared. His arm transformed into a riot-suppression cannon. "Combat protocols engaged. Target: Anything that isn't my wife." Cyra stood up. She reached behind her back and pulled out her katana from where it had been resting against the chair. The steel sang as she drew it.

The indestructible carbonium of the hammer protected my upper body, but the The explosion hurled me backwards over the slimy concrete floor. The guard kicked out a terrible, distorted electronic scream. The thermit sat with thousands of degrees through its chrome plated tanks and the underlying polymer. The artificial muscles of his right arm stumble away in a fraction of a second. The white plasma blade flickered wild, squealed and extinguished, while the guard's arm as burning lumps scrap fell to the ground. The monster blew backwards, blind and severely damaged while the melted sensor eyes in his face.

​I rounded the corner into the dining room, my rifle leveled. ​Standing in the center of the room, surrounded by shards of glass that shimmered like diamonds in the red light, was a man. He was tall, thin, and dressed in a suit of matte-gray liquid armor that seemed to absorb the light around him. He wasn't holding a gun. He was holding a pair of curved, mono-molecular wire-blades that hummed with a low, lethal vibration. ​But it was his eyes that froze the blood in my veins. They were the same matte silver as Kai’s.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

She had built a world of glass and thought it would protect her forever. I reached down and touched the ceramic blade in my waistband. The edge was slightly chipped from the violence in the penthouse, the line of the blade jagged and raw. It wasn't a tool of the "Design" anymore; it was the weapon of the variable. The rail-car accelerated into the darkness, plunging us into the pitch-black throat of the subway tunnel. Ahead of us lay the Pine Barrens, the hidden masters of the city, and the final, bloody conclusion to a script we were rewriting with our own hands.

he was kicked back a few metres. He looked and saw Rin holding on to was perceived as a high frequency sonic blade (the type that vibrates so quickly that it looks still). then he looked at himself and saw that the needles were not the only things that were detached. his entire weapons system was in shambles, and his armour was shaved off so he was pretty much naked and had not choice but to use the last tool in his shed which was to hack. "with this I could win the battle." he said as he shot a faint beam that barely bruised Rin on her forehead and seemed to have no effect.

He unsheathed his blade and tried to parry the sword. But that sword was cut through his composite blade and power armor like a hot knife through butter. Slash! “Arrrggg!” The white sword cut the colonel's arm and it’s going to cut his neck next but his officer who came to assist fired a set of APU bullets at the man in black armor.