Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

lived in the shadows, their bodies warped by the city’s static. ​"You shouldn't be here, Alpha," a voice rasped from a pile of discarded server racks. ​A man emerged, his skin covered in glowing, blue "Circuit-Tattoos" that flickered like dying embers. He was a "Glitcher", a shifter whose DNA had been partially overwritten by the city’s data-stream. ​"We’re looking for the 'Black-Aperture' hub," Leo said, his hand resting on his pulse-pistol. "We heard it’s buried under the old Imperial Palace."

Alex tried to ease the tension in their conversation, "Alright, let's talk calmly. Who are you and why are you following us?" The mysterious figure thought for a moment before answering, "You don't need to know my name! I'm a night predator, just like you. I have come to give you this." The mysterious figure threw two black playing cards at Alex. The two cards flew towards Alex's face, but thanks to his quick reflexes, Alex managed to dodge them. Otherwise, one can only imagine what would have happened to Alex's face, as the cards were firmly planted on the wall next to Alex's face.

Late that night, in the heart of Sicily’s largest underground black market. Clad in a black trench coat, I personally stepped into this lawless land of sin and secrets. "Don, the person you are looking for... I'm afraid..." The intelligence broker known as "Ghost Hand" looked at me with trembling fear, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "Speak." My word was law.

Kane sucked in his breath when he saw the big, furry black wolf that surrounded the very people that he decided to fight against when the Great War broke out between the Greeks and special Greeks who had been blessed by the Moon Goddess. Now, Kane Wolcott had to decide. Will he let the black wolf who was alone without its pack die at the hands of the dirty humans with that he had to mingle? Or will Kane call out for the sentinels that he knew were stationed in the sacred forest as the decree that had been sent out by the Old and New Council of the Shadow Pack? He decided to be the executioner of the poachers that had been leeching off him with his abnormal ability to track and hunt. It was t

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

James said. His words made eyes turn to Hannah and Lilith. All these years, witches have been getting bolder. Was it because they knew that James was unconscious? They might have even guessed that he was dead and the family was hiding it to look strong. “The Black Hand!” James called out suddenly. His voice echoed throughout the clan. The Black Hand were his personal guards. He was sure that even if he was gone, the protocol for transferring to the next generation would remain. And he was right.

The world began to shrink from the edges inward the copper cables, the glass riverbed and the black ribbon of Cole's voice all being systematically pulled into the center of her chest. Then through the dense ink-slicked darkness that was closing over her mind for the final time she felt the third hand return. It was not the porcelain queen. It was not the Liquidator. A thick heavy hand, clad in a leather gauntlet that smelled of horse-sweat, black powder and the bitter salt-brine of the first frontier towers wrapped around her left ankle from the dark, below the zinc floor its iron-hard fingers digging straight into her meat side with a force that shattered her tibia into a dozen clean shard

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.

he explained. "Well let's hope for your sake that she shows up or we find another witch to give you a baby hybrid, You can tell the guards to extend the search to human territories, she might be hiding there, put up a huge sum of reward for anyone that can find her, humans love money and won't mind selling their soul to the devil to have it," I said to Richard, he nodded his head and was about leaving when Black entered the office. Black is a vicious and powerful leader of a rogue gang that has been working with me for some time now. He has been my right-hand man for many years. One thing I like about him is that he delivers any assignment given to him and his gang.