Cyberpunk Edgerunner Rebecca Novels & Stories

Was that one of the reasons the Commander decided she was the one who would help him with his plan? They had her mother, who was a lot stronger than she was. But that meant she wouldn’t give up as easily. Rebecca wasn’t useless like she was. She spent over a decade evading the Hunters. But now, her mother was imprisoned like everyone else. Just that thought sent a chill down her spine. She knew nothing about what she could do, but the Commander was excited to have captured both her and Rebecca. He knew more about them than she did. There was a whoosh sound behind her, and the scent of the man she was thinking of filled the room. Her whole body froze. Would her wolf come to her rescue again?

“In there. If you don’t have enough, there’s more in Hijack’s van. Sphinx, come here for a second.” She comes over and I point to the woman in the alleyway. “Do you recognize her?” She shrugs. “I can’t see her. Why is she wearing a shawl?” “Why, indeed?” I murmur. “What are you thinking, Hacker?” Councilwoman Rebecca asks. “I’m thinking she looks familiar,” I say. “Let me look. I’ve seen pictures of some of the women Vivienne has been trying to get off the street,” Hellfire says, stepping into the van.

Suddenly, everything was plunged into this sickly, dim gray, the only light coming from the rain beating against the vast windows. A strange electronic hum buzzed from the speakers. Then a clipped, warped laugh made the hair stand on my neck. “You always underestimate the secondary market, Arthur,” a woman’s voice said, echoing everywhere at once. That wasn’t Victoria. It was sharper, younger—and there was this dangerous, smug thrill in it I recognized instantly. “Rebecca,” I breathed, my heart stalling out as I stared at the screen on the wall.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

"That's why you never let me marked you." "I see you are catching the things but baby, you are too late.", He said and mind linked Isla who laid a silver chain across Rebecca's throat causing her to scream loudly and finding it the right time when her mouth was open Jasper poured the wolf's bane down her throat as it caused through her body like burning lava because it was so painful. . . . Rebecca so badly wanted to rip Jasper's throat out but due to her prison of silver chains and the continuous dose of wolfsbane from the last three months, she was weak and could do nothing but lie weakly and not to mentioned her delivery date was close.

The one whi truly stayed by her but she was dumb to run after silver, leaving gold behind. “I will not die like this,” she whispered into the wind. She forced her eyes open, the world spinning, her voice a raw promise. “If there is anything left of me — anything — I will come back. I will make them pay.” The wind swallowed her words, carrying them upward as she fell. But she felt it, deep inside her chest — a spark, a defiance that refused to be extinguished. The world tilted, slowed. And in the last moment before the sea swallowed her whole, the pendant at her throat — the one Theodore had once given her — flared with light. The Ruby glowed fiercely, a heartbeat echoing inside it, strong an

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

Suddenly, the back door of the classroom slammed open with a loud bang. A girl with a high ponytail burst inside. The metal studs on her black leather jacket scraped against the doorframe with a sharp clatter. A few streaks of pale gold hair slipped loose from her ponytail and swayed beside her face like flickers of sunlight, drawing attention to the small beauty mark under her eye. It was Laura, the rebellious girl Horace had called his "true love" in my last life. Her lashes trembled, fierce and angry, like a cornered animal ready to strike. She marched straight toward Horace.

This was for my mother and brother. And…yes, for myself. I wanted to know more about this mysterious man who now owned me. So, with a deep breath, I touched the intercom button. “rebecca? I’m ready.” Rebecca was a short and slender Hispanic woman with thick black hair tied back in a long braid that was gray at the temples. She wore a simple uniform of black slacks, a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and practical black clogs. She had kind, intelligent brown eyes that looked me over in a thorough assessment.