Cyberpunk Edgerunners Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But that took a completely different turn with Edith and everything she revealed about him. ‘I told you, didn’t I, belladonna? You would reach out to me soon. Like I promised, I will wait for you to summon me and trust me, you will. It’s lovely when you resist. But this resistance isn’t long lived,’ I heard Ruin’s voice in my head. It was like the mindlink, only that it wasn’t. It was just some kind of sick connection that was created between us. I stole a glance at Kian, and then instantly looked away. Should I tell him about what happened between Ruin and me after the duel?

It settled his feelings of anxiety. Fang found his soul mate, Selene Luuna who was a daughter of the west pack's alpha. A few years of friendship had passed by for Fang and Eder. Now, Eder wasn't always married to Lamia. In fact he was a single bachelor when he met Fang. His heart was broken when Fang found his mate. Maybe it was out of jealousy. Fang's time would be taken up by someone new. -

So I start climbing the tree again and hope for the best. One of the higher branches gives way and I slam it it he side of the tree. “Fuck!” I whisper. My shoulder took the brunt of it but warmth trickling down my cheek let’s me know I’ve taken some of the stitches. I manage to find my window but when I closed it earlier, it locked. Shit! I move across the row until I find an open window. Bingo. ___________________________ Jared A cool breeze sweeps into the room as I’m brushing my teeth. Nick’s in some chicks room for the night so I don’t have to ask him if he doesn’t mind that I close the window. I just head over and begin to close it.

My thoughts are racing. ‘I don’t give a damn, Thade.’ ‘You will if I wipe house Ferrick from the history books,’ he lowers his head to whisper into my ear. ‘Rune is from a small family, without here Ferrick doesn’t exist anymore.’ ‘So you’re cruel for the sake of it?’ I slide away from the door, and he lets me. Stepping back, deliberate. His movements are calculated so that I know, with every part of my being, that I’m only free to move away, because he’s letting me. I didn’t think it was possible to hate him anymore, apparently so.

"It’s 'Immersion Therapy'! They're trying to 'Script' us into a new role!" I closed my eyes and focused on the **Admin-Key** in my chest. I thought of the beach. I thought of 1998. I thought of the way Silas looked when he first told me he wouldn't let me go. "I am the Administrator," I whispered to the dark. "I am the one who writes the ending." The elevator dinged. The doors opened onto Floor 80: **THE DYSTOPIAN ENGINE**. This wasn't an office. It was a factory.

Runa responded through the mind link. The car fell silent again. Runa managed to get Ciaran to loosen his grip enough for her to slide her body off his lap though she was still tightly pressed to his side. The warmth radiating off of him made her skin tingle and though she wanted nothing more than to think about the chemistry between them, her mind wondered back to the vampire Queen and Alpha Tobias's promising threat.

I launched the gambit. Code burned through the cathedral. Not his code. Mine. Woven through my bloodstream. Syllables of flame. Runes carved in nerve endings. It wasn’t just a virus. It was a song. A pulse of defiance. The echo of every girl the Architect had ever broken. Now weaponized. He screamed. The world shuddered. The grid bled. But I didn’t stop. Outside the node, alarms blared. Lucien shouted. Clara cried out, “Her neural pattern’s spiking—”

A figure, shrouded in shadows, stood at the summit, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "Who are you?" Zephyr demanded, her voice barely audible over the wind. The figure didn't respond, but instead, raised a hand, and Zephyr, Damien, and Eira felt themselves being pulled towards it. Suddenly, they were transported to a realm beyond their wildest dreams. A realm of darkness and shadow, where their deepest fears awaited. Zephyr found herself face to face with a dark mirror image of herself, its eyes blazing with hatred. Damien was confronted with a horde of shadowy creatures, their jaws snapping wildly. And Eira was forced to relive her darkest memories, the pain and anguish threaten

Nat needed to do something to gain Rune’s attention again—but what? He gazed out the faux window, watching a raid upon a medieval village. The invaders were Reapers, of course, and they pillaged the fleeing peasants, trampling them in the streets, mutilating their corpses. It was delightful to watch, even if the entire scene was a figment of his imagination. The thought that it could be true was enough to lighten his spirits. He especially liked when the Reapers tormented the children, although he couldn’t see their pathetic little faces without being reminded that Rune had been a school teacher. It seemed everything circled back to her. He was drawn to her like a moth to a blowtorch. If he

I laughed, “what are you talking about? I thought it would be perfect for you, you all have the same age mentally.” Cyrus laughed, “o, no you didn’t just fucking say that. I fucking love you woman, but you can be mean.” “So you’re saying you don’t enjoying playing video games all day?” “You got me there. Just enjoy your fucking horse date or whatever.” Cyrus said. Mei and Eddie were staring at me, without thinking I had stopped my horse, called Vader. He was black, so Cyrus named him after Darth Vader. “You were talking to Cyrus weren’t you? I can’t wait to be able to mindlink people. Everyone around me keeps getting this look on their face and it’s like they’re gone for a second.” Eddie sai