Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

Honestly, I felt fear crawl up inside me. Christopher stepped and grabbed a glass that was half-filled with liquor. He took a sip, then gestured at the paintings. “I have nightmares every night. I dream about the night they were taken from me, brutally. I dream…” I sucked in a deep breath. I knew what he was referring to. More than a year ago, his wife and son had been murdered in an attack at night. That was the beginning of Christopher’s woes, the time he’d become like this. It was said that the loss shattered his mind. Since then, his public appearances and business shows have become a disaster. He fidgeted, talked to himself, laughed alone, and said things in public that made everyone co

Lev lets out a sigh, then proceeds to read his published article in silence. "In a shocking revelation that has sent shockwaves through the criminal underworld, it has been exposed that high-ranking members within the notorious organization known as the Black Spectre are deeply embroiled in a complex web of clandestine black market operations." Lev slyly smiled as he thought back to the investigation that he had once performed. He lost the chance to get this published when everything gets fucked up. "Sources close to the investigation have disclosed that the Black Spectre, long known for their enigmatic and ruthless approach to crime, has been operating a covert network dealing in illicit go

"Trust is a liability. It’s a variable that leads to system failure." "Is that what I am?" Cyprian asked. "A variable?" He placed his other hand on the rack, caging her in completely. He wasn't touching her, but he was everywhere. The scent of him—ozone, expensive whiskey, and rain—drowned out the sterile smell of the electronics. "I saw the code, Vespera," he said softly. "The 'Dead Hand' protocol. It was elegant. Ruthless. Most hackers leave a signature. You leave a crater."

Brecken said, and the flatness cracked slightly in the middle of the sentence, "inside your building, during your event, while you were standing next to her." "Yes," Lucian said. "The Black Hand." Cade looked at the coin. "Supposed to have been dismantled in 1987. Whoever's running them now has resources and a client willing to pay significantly." Lucian picked up the coin. Turned it once. Set it back.

But he didn't let them go far before shooting them all, watching with pure indifference as they fell to the ground. He glanced back at me, staring at me for a while, not saying anything. So I spoke first. “Who… Who are you? What do you want with me?” I questioned, waiting for an answer but before he said anything, my eyes strayed, observing him. And then I saw something. A red glove in one hand, a handgun that had an insignia of a Serpent coiled around a sword, and ruby eyes. This man… He was… “You're Alden Black Lombardi, the king of the Underworld. What… What do you want with me?”

“I don’t know these people, and I have absolutely no dealings with them. Someone clearly sent them. Someone who knows me.” Her voice was steady, but Adrian could hear the strain hiding beneath it. He stepped closer. “What do you know about them?” The officer glanced between them before responding. “They’re part of a notorious group known as the Black Circuit. Ruthlessness is practically their identity. They’re trained to endure interrogation, torture, psychological pressure — everything. They will die before they reveal their sender. That’s their code.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “And you’re telling me a gang like that is just roaming free? Unchecked?”

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.