Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

Many cultivators had no way to dodge, and they fell into the cracks of the earth and the abyss. At the same time, a big golden hand with the power of whistling, shaking, swallowing and exhaling wind and clouds reached out from the light. This hand was indescribably large, as if it was the hand of a heavenly god. It could control everything, destroy everything, and create everything. With the appearance of this giant hand, cultivators in Black Soul City, who were screaming in pain and running around like headless flies, all knelt down on the ground.

At the counter, I see an auburn haired man twisting a glass of alcohol. He’s smiling at the waitress, probably flirting, but what catches my eyes is the spiral of tattoo on his hand. No way, he’s one of them. As if on cue, our eyes connect and he lifts his lips in a rather infuriating manner. He bobs off the stool and walks towards me. He sits down, he has broad shoulders, his flowing locks of hair cascade down his back, with a scowl imprinted on his face, he stretches his hand. “Ferris Black.”

No one had ever told them what kind of monsters Black Claw could raise. Devin corners one behind the smokehouse, wringing information out of him like water from a pelt. The answer is always the same: someone, somewhere, has promised them land. A new Luna, with a brood of three, is a threat that must be erased. No names, only scent, vague as the wind. Elena recognizes council politics, but the precision is not their style. This is the old wild, the territory of ghost alphas and the mad packs that never took to cities or treaties. In the spring, Elena stands watch over a pyre. Rogues do not get burials, but Black Claw burns the bodies, just the same. She holds the triplets in her arms, and the

Suddenly, my hands started shaking and the plates I was holding fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. I forcefully opened the door so I could help myself upstairs but suddenly fell on something. I lay down screaming in pain but no one was coming to my rescue. I turned around to try getting hold of something I could stand with when my hand suddenly hit a glass and everything shattered into pieces on me and pierced through my skin. A few seconds later, I felt the omegas gathering around but no one dared to offer me a helping hand as they would be severely punished. I was still struggling to get up when I heard a familiar voice screaming my name.

he stated. "Then where is the text coming from?" Kiera asked impatiently. "Patient child" Mary rubbed Kiera's shoulders gently. "It is coming from the biggest mafia group in the country if not the world. The name of this group is the shadow organization, there is no other specific information I could draw from them" he explained. "Little wonder they are called the shadow" he muttered. Kiera felt disappointed but also, relief washed over her. She just imagine her own husband a part of a mafia group but she was half a mile from the truth.

To clear his mind, he picked up his phone and called his right-hand man. "I need you to find someone," Adrian said, his voice deep and serious. He gave a detailed description of Luca the way he looked, the way he carried himself, and where he had been that night. "I want to know everything. Find out who he is and what he’s doing in this city."

“…Crap.” The man’s lips curved faintly. “Indeed.” Elliot straightened nervously. “Look, if this is about some misunderstanding—” The man stepped forward. Not aggressively. But with quiet certainty. Suddenly, the hallway felt much smaller. “You hacked Blackwood Technologies.” His voice was calm. The name hit Elliot like a freight train. Blackwood. His brain finally connected the dots. The company. The system. And the man standing in front of him. Elliot stared. “Wait… you’re not saying you’re—”

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

So, from smuggling, drug and race trafficking, brothels, loan sharks, illegal tournaments, assassinations and the likes, name it and this person had it in their control. Golden Hand had also formed their own group called the Black Smokes, who became notorious and feared underground for their cruelty. Their leader itself had the reputation of eliminating their own subordinates if one didn’t follow the rules they set or when caught by authorities. Golden Hand became somewhat a legendary criminal to the law enforcement because until now, they evaded them without difficulties. However, the past years saw the group’s activities declining until only hearsays were heard about them.

“He heard her scream. That sound never left him.” I swallowed hard. “And his father?” I asked. Mira’s expression darkened. “Alpha Theron Vale was… desperate. He wanted power, he wanted to be the most powerful man that ever lived so he started performing magic, the one that was banned by the elders of the pack” My heart sank. “Black magic,” Mira said quietly. “Old magic. Dangerous magic. The kind that always demands a price.” “And what happened to him?” “He vanished,” she replied. “Some say the magic consumed him. Others believe he fled before it could. Either way, he left Lucar behind.”