Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

Suddenly, everywhere in me felt like it was devoured bit by bit like a starving lion, and I screamed in pain. I coughed out a gust of blood, my hand reaching for my throat. Something that couldn’t fit in my body began fisting through it. It scratched and clawed out at my skin till there was more blood, and then I saw it. A very dark hand shoot out from my throat. It was covered in blood and gore. I stilled, watching all the blood turn black. My eyes froze, and shaking tremendously the black hand shot back down. Slowly, like I was being controlled, I turned to face Ariana and Jasper, my head bent low. Robotically my hand pulled forward to Ariana before moving independently to Jasper.

The Black Hand spat blood and laughed: “Never changed. Still stubborn and unruly.” “Cut the shit you disgusting pedo!” shouted Claude “Before dying you’re gonna tell me, who allowed the slaves market into my territory?!” “You know who” “Jack Black?” “Who else?” “He is not stupid enough to declare a war” “He is a madman, which is much worst than stupid. He got even madder after losing his wife.” “Who is his intermediate?” The Black Hand did not answer. Claude asked his men for a chair and he started the torture. He burned his prisoner’s face, crushed his fingers, and cut his skin:

The man's hand on my arm immediately fell. They stepped back but stopped when continuous thunders echoed in the sea. I got startled too, but I stood still on my position and fixed my eyes on the man in front. He's just standing there, no weapons, and eyes glowing in the midst of darkness. He didn't just look dangerous. He looked lethal. The look in his eyes screamed bloodshed. The thought of what he could do in anger made me shiver.

They keep on attacking them, trying to pull them inside the tower. I and Deborah went toward them as fast as we can to help them but we’re late already. The black hand grabbing Archmaster Leonard’s waist let go of him for a while then it quickly penetrated his body, extending to Archmistress’. Afterwards, it left their bodies lifeless, falling to the ground. “No! It can’t be!” Deborah shouted, then, she flew quickly to catch Archmistress Demia’s body. While, I managed to catch Archmaster’s body just before he reached the ground.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

One day, during a business entertainment outing, I accompanied a client to the city's largest club. A casual glance and my eyes met a familiar gaze. Under the dim, intimate purple lights, Xander was dressed in a cheap, revealing leather outfit as he entertained an older man. That old man clearly had peculiar tastes. His lecherous eyes were glued to Xander as if ready to take him by force at any moment. Probing and sardonic gazes continuously fell upon him from nearby. At that moment, Xander was nothing more than a commodity awaiting appraisal and purchase. Beneath his forced smile lay deep disgust and fear.

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.

He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat. “Flynn, I want you to find any group that has the symbol of a black crow.” He immediately commanded the young man. Flynn took out his laptop and began tapping on the keyboard. His hands were moving so fast on the keyboard. Hyde was in deep thought when the ringing of his phone cut him off. He left the window and picked up the call. “Well hello there, I didn’t think you’re still alive.” A familiar deep gravelly voice stunned the young man. He was nailed to his position and his breathing started to become unsteady. He’s definitely sure it was the man who killed his parents.

the voice on the other end of the call sounded furious. Of course, they were all terrified of the group that had confronted them. Especially after seeing one of the tattoos on their hands. It was the notorious Black Phoenix group, known for their terrifying reputation; no one dared to mess with them if they valued their lives. Rumor had it that they controlled the city's underworld. "Really?" Sonia asked, unable to believe what the thugs were saying. She couldn't believe that Hayle could be protected by such people. Perhaps they had attacked the wrong person.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?