Cyberpunk Edgerunners Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

Then they rolled, and I found myself lying on Izar’s chest while Cygnus hovered above me. “Look at your slutty pssy, sweetheart… looks like it’s still starving for more…” Cygnus rasped, staring at where their two ccks were still buried in me. They started moving again and I screamed in pleasure. Cygnus lifted my legs and folded them, spreading me wide. “So tight and so hot! Uhm! Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhhhhh! Take our c*cks, Eda! Mmm! Uhm! Uhhh! Uhhh!” he groaned as they both slammed into me.

**Chapter 80 – System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock** ** December 14, 2030 – The Edge of Waking** The dreamscape cracks like glass under too much thunder. One second I’m fourteen, dropping in endless on Velocity Park’s bowl, Remy’s hand in mine, the sky splitting violet and gold. The next—white noise. A hum in my veins like the crown is singing itself back together. Then the words appear. Not in my eyes. In my blood.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

["Your job is to stay still and pretend you're a poor kidnapping victim. As soon as you get a safe opening, leave. I'll find a way out for you." Edgar was silent for a few seconds inside my head. ["What about you? Do you want to stay here? Alice, you'll die a slow death if you stay in this circle of crazy hunters! Don't you remember what they just did to us?!"] ["Don't act like you care,"] I retorted sharply. I immediately severed the mindlink before Edgar could respond. I couldn't bear to hear his defense, or worse, his apology. My head was pounding again.

Eden was wearing his mama's pajamas and his thighs were sticking out as he spread like an eagle. Corbin placed Runar down on Eden’s stomach and called to him but Eden was not waking up. Runar did not mind it and sat up on his mama’s stomach as he looked at his pale thighs. He opened his mouth and his little fangs elongated and pierced into Eden’s right thigh. Eden frowned and opened his eyes, he saw that his son was feeding from him then sighed and closed his eyes again as he was not in the mood to deal with him. Kaeden looked at Corbin and said, >So the little vampire knows what he is doing?<

Originally, I was just following a colleague who was playing the black world with me. Sort of... holding the world's big info in my hands. From drug sales, assassination targets, including organ trafficking through hard-to-access virtual surfing. Earning money as a liaison there was easier than competing for shares in the real world. The thing is, the party that was held by taking the girls who were happy to show themselves off at that time reminded me of Reisya in our time together. Of course, Rena was much wilder. Like an addict, she kept asking me to do more and I also liked this crazy game.

"It's a flaw in your code. I'll make sure to fix that in Version 2.0." --- ### The Final Rewrite The blue light from the sky was growing brighter. The heat was becoming unbearable. Through the glass walls of the garden, I could see the ruins of the world starting to glow as the orbital laser began its "Pre-Heat" phase. "The Seed," the boy said, held out his hand. "Give it to me, and I’ll put you and the Rowan-unit in a special server. A private paradise. Just the two of you, forever. No wars. No hunger. No death."

The biting, freezing reality of Sector 8 slammed into him like a physical blow. Ren gasped, pulling the heavy, patched-together, heavily modified VR headset off his face. The illusion of being a god-tier sniper evaporated into the damp air. He was sitting in a rusted, second-hand immersion chair in a tiny, one-room apartment deep in the bowels of the Undercity.

Piper's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her face serene. As dusk fell, Piper emerged from her room, refreshed and renewed. She stepped into the cool evening air, feeling the crisp breeze dance across her skin. A sleek black SUV waited, flanked by imposing bodyguards. Piper slid into the vehicle, surrounded by mirrored glass and polished leather. "I'm Lyra. I can do whatever I want!" As they glided through the city, Piper's gaze drifted to the passing shop windows. Lyra's elegant, high-collared dresses stared back, a reminder of the role she'd assumed.