Cyberpunk Edgerunners Fanfiction Novels & Stories

People wandered with speech bubbles hanging overhead. She checked her hands—solid. She glanced in a shop window—her own face, but when she blinked, Julian’s eyes looked back. "We made it," she whispered. "We made it," Julian echoed, a beautiful harmony inside her head. They were in the Unwritten section—where all deleted characters, unfinished stories, hid. A world for rebels. A guy in a leather jacket with a pencil tucked behind his ear walked over—the Ghostwriter, and his grin said he was glad she made it.

Delighted. “Magnificent,” he whispers, a twisted smile spreading across his face. “We’re witnessing the birth of something entirely new.” I ignore him. I run. Shattered glass cuts deep into the soles of my bare feet, leaving a trail of crimson, but I don’t feel it. An agent steps into my path, a glowing syringe raised to neutralize me. I slam my palm into his chest. The golden current in my veins surges into his body, instantly short-circuiting his cybernetic enhancements. He collapses to the floor.

EDAL A flying dagger brushed past my face ,The sharp edges tore through my shirt and skinned my shoulder blade yet I didn't stop running. My legs moved faster than I could comprehend, my heart racing in my chest, I had been running all night… someone else was on my tail. “Stop running, Edal.” The voice caused me to shake, I knew the voice… The bandana fucker who watched me touch myself in that cabin. Who pinned me to the wall and ground his cock against me until I begged. Who told me to run so he could chase… that fucking freak.

Where others would expect a face, Eden knew there would be only a black shape, but this time, with the shadow closer than ever, she saw two pale purple glowing orbs, burning where eyes would be, Her hands tightened on the cold canteen until her injured hand burned from the pressure. Everything in her body screamed at her to run, but she couldn't move... The tether in her chest grew hot and pulsed with anticipation, she stood rooted to the spot. The thing came closer, slow and deliberate, it stopped just beyond where the last of the sun was coating the centre of her clearing and did something no story could ever prepare her for... It spoke

Roughly placing the glass on the table until the contents of the drink in the glass spill over onto the table. “Shit! The girl was playing with me, how dare she do this to me. I will teach him a lesson, just watch! I will repay you, damn girl! ” said Mr. Idory angrily. Mr. Idory did not think that the girl had been playing with him, that girl had even humiliated herself in front of all her students. Mr. Idory also secretly met someone to clean up the damn girl. He met a criminal who was known to be cruel and cunning, a man who had become a fugitive from the Kimimoon kingdom and the vampire kingdom. He is Mr. Ederra.

They’re downloading the Architects into the real world," I whispered. The realization hit me like a physical blow. The old man on the throne hadn't been trying to delete the world. He had been clearing the drive. He was emptying the pods and crashing the simulation. The red eyes in the valley weren't machines. They were the Architects, finally wearing the meat. One of the red-eyed figures stepped into the light of a dying transformer near the base of the mountain. It was a woman. She was wearing the rags of a sleeper, but she moved with a terrifying, liquid precision. She looked up at the ridge, and her jaw unhinged in a way no human jaw should. "The Runt," she hissed. Her voice was broadcas

Everyone goes silent because he is right. "Alright, let me go out first and try to get her close to the car," Edward says, stepping out and sauntering over, hands in his pockets. The hacker looks really nervous, to begin with. Miner looks over at the car, and Victor knows the windows are blackened, but he can't help but feel that they've connected gazes. Especially so when a moment later, The girl Miner runs for it. Victor bursts out of the car and chases the girl down. She's an Omega, smelling of orange soda and cotton fibers.

I answered her with the only thing the Spires hadn't been able to catalog: a mouthful of silver-grey blood spat directly onto her pristine white marble floor. "The ledger isn't closed until the scrapper gets his f*e, Elena," I rasped, my voice sounding thin, like a wire being stretched until it was ready to snap. The numbness had reached my hips now, turning my skin into a translucent, pixelated gray that showed the skeletal frame of the "New Eden" system underneath. "You think you took the seed? You think you took the future? You just took the poison." Across the room, the broken panoramic window let in a blast of sub-zero Alpine wind, carrying with it a swirl of heavy, wet snow that turned

*** Rune’s POV The world spun around me like a nightmare, as I made my way up the dirty stairs to Derrick’s apartment, with a bottle of bourbon clinched in my fist like an umbilical cord. Midnight was beginning to slither, the hum of the city vying for itself in a back-of-the-brain buzz that reflected both the fog in there and outside on my skull. I’d come here on autopilot, spinning out of that parking lot with a mental image of Aurelia’s disappointed face seared into my brain. “Just go,” her last words, roared louder than the engine. I had ended up at a liquor store, selected the first bottle in oblivion and now here I was bashing Derrick’s door with my knuckles. The door creaked open a fe

And when he kissed her this time, it wasn’t survival—it was choice. Far above, fragments of the Ark drifted into orbit like embers. And in one of them, deep within corrupted code, a faint pulse of light blinked once, then again— a whisper of Edda Rune’s voice, faint as static: “You can’t inherit peace without rewriting pain.”