Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

But Mane didn’t look like he had any intention of taking this fight seriously. “He may be a genius, but he’s too arrogant,” Black Hand shook his head with a dissatisfied look on his face. “Is that what you think?” Ivor suddenly appeared between the two Orange Team members and asked. His sudden appearance startled the two; and it was especially so for Black Hand. Black Hand was an assassin, yet even he didn’t sense Ivor when he approached. If it wasn’t for the fact that Ivor said a few words, he wouldn’t have realised that the big man was no longer at his initial position!

“The Black Hand is led by someone called the Director. No one knows their real name, but they control everything from behind the scenes. They’re like a ghost, pulling strings, orchestrating chaos.” “Great,” Dante muttered. “A faceless enemy.” “They’ve infiltrated nearly every major operation,” Rina continued. “From business to politics to the underworld. No one is safe from their influence, and anyone who stands against them disappears without a trace. It’s like they’ve built their empire in the shadows.” The gravity of Rina’s words hit me hard. The Black Hand wasn’t just a criminal syndicate—they were a spider, weaving their web across every corner of the world, pulling people into their gr

Black-hand was a ruthless man who had seen his fair share in cruelty. However, the moment he locked eyes with Jate, it felt as if he were struck by lightning. His heart down heavily and fear took over his senses. It was a fear that chilled him to the bones, just like how a small helpless animal run into the mighty king of the jungle. Black-hand realized that he dared not to lie. He whispered with difficulty. "I-its..... it's Mr. Clarkson who instructed me to do so."

Xavier had said that Nathan lived alone at a suburb in Staten Island, away from his wife and kids because of his line of work as a money mule for the Black Hands, which was the name of the organised crime syndicate Madeline ran. The young Alpha to-be hadn’t gone into much detail about how he happened to know the how’s and where’s of Black Hand hierarchy, but from the little he told me I was able to gather that Nathan was someone far up along the chain of command to be respected, but not far up enough to pose serious problems if he suddenly disappeared. Xavier’s Intel turned out to be true, because as our drive progressed we left the bustle of Yonkers, New York behind, and the roads around us

Everything had already been decided! All the other Origin Fists elites were excited, as if they had already seen the moment Harvey was going to die from the attack. Alexei's eye twitched. "Big…Big bro… This Black Hand is supposed to be a legendary killing attack in Sky Plane! I heard that it can be compared to the Basilisk Palm of our cult! You have to be careful and not let it hit you!" "Quit acting cool! It doesn't matter how you act today, I'll let you understand what it means that there's always someone better beyond your world!" Kuro said.

I moved my hand up his torso to his collar and slowly brought him closer, our faces inches apart. "Hand me your phone, please!" I said seductively, tracing with my finger the crook of his neck. "Anything for you baby." He said, not hesitating to give me. Jerk! "Good!" I said. "You, get our make-out session on video." I added, throwing the phone to the dark skin. "Ready!" He confirmed. "I need answers first." "Then I get that kiss?" He asked desperately. I wondered if the guy really belonged to the Mafia. He was just not tough but stupid.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Black finished what he was doing first before turning to him, his dark eyes staring right back into his. "I am who you don't wanna know. Because if I do tell you who I am, then you must die. Do you still want to know?" He started to move towards him, like a predator, and stepped slowly like a snail. Not even hurrying to his prey, as if he was sure he won't get anywhere even if he were to run. "Stop moving or I'll shoot!" he warned, gripping his gun tightly. Black continued to walk as if he didn't even understand his language at all. "I said to stop moving!" He was tempted and panicking when he didn't listen and just kept walking. He released a shot, Black sidestepped it. His speed so fast th

Yvette said with teary eyes, "Do you blame me for coming back and taking over your place, Wendy? But I can't help it—I really wanted a family!" I collapsed onto the floor. The pain from my old injuries flared up from Connor's kick, making me black out for a moment. Unable to hold it in any longer, I spat out a mouthful of black blood. Mom gasped and tried to help me up. Connor's expression faltered, yet he still scolded me harshly, "You suck at pretending! You're even spitting out black blood? Do you think you're acting?" I couldn't say a word, and I didn't want Mom to touch me. As such, I could only back away desperately.

Two more Black Hand materialized from a back room. The Black Hand was actually a small outfit. Each Chapter had two or three houses, each with four or five true assassins and maybe six times that in support personnel/recruits in each location. That meant the entire Black Hand organization numbered less than 1000. They had several thousand peripheral contacts across their sphere of Europe and they could purchase some sort of private security given time. But their best protection was their hidden nature and small size. That also meant what we had was what we had. There was no Black Hand SWAT team on the way. Working with hand gestures alone, the Vizsla was directing us to a trap door behind th