Cyberpunk Black Hand Novels & Stories

“The council believes the cult is regrouping under a new creed. They call themselves the Twilight Hand.” Kaelira frowned. “They serve the Black Moon’s remnants.” “They claim to serve balance,” Senn corrected. “But their balance involves a great many corpses.” The bridge shuddered under a gust of wind. Somewhere far downstream thunder rolled. Zevran looked skyward. “Storm brewing.” “Not weather,” Kaelira said. “Magic.”

is Blacky. “I know... That most of my information... is not a secret anymore to the upper realm sect” Zhu Wushang uses the severed hand to lightly pat that man in black cheek slowly. Then, he speaks again in a lazy tone. “Your information might tell you that… I’m a nice person but… In truth… I’m only nice to my friends and family.” At this moment Zhu Wushang threw the spy hand at Blacky. “My hand!!!!” A despairing objection scream of that man in black makes no difference to Blacky. It opens its jaw wide and eats the severed hand in one bite.

"Every second counts." The team split up, each member taking on a specific role. Mia's agility allowed her to traverse the building's ventilation shafts, gathering vital intel on the control room's location. Gabriel's hacking skills proved invaluable as he bypassed security protocols and provided real-time updates to the team. In a high-stakes encounter, Alex confronted The Black Hand's enigmatic leader, a cunning figure known only as The Mastermind. "Your time is up, Alex Carter," The Mastermind sneered, a sadistic smile playing on their lips. "You may have defused our bombs, but you won't stop the grand finale."

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

He bore a birthmark shaped like a black rose on his hand. "You have claimed your throne. Now, I have a much clearer target to destroy. The Thorne Group is merely an appetizer." The man turned off his monitor and faced an army of thousands of mercenaries. "Prepare 'Operation Blackout'. We are going to make Liora Thorne realize that being a queen means having a lot more people who want to cut off your head." END OF CHAPTER 118.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

log My hand shook as I opened it. Lena Lynx Grey. Known Aliases: BlackBird. Raven queen. Hex. STATUS: ACTIVE. WANTED. Bounties placed: Ghost Clan (Data Breach, 3.4M BTC) Kurokage Network (Code Theft) Unidentified Buyer (Assassination Contract - Failed). I choked on a breath. I wasn't just someone who hacked to survive. According to this, I was a phantom. A legend. A threat.

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.