Cyberpunk Edgerunners Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What do I do?” He didn’t hesitate. “Let me in.” She blinked. “What?” He stepped forward, lifted her wrist gently between his fingers—and placed his hand over the rune. The burn intensified. Not pain—connection. The air around them shattered like glass. And suddenly—they weren’t in the room anymore. — They stood inside the nightmare. The floor cracked beneath them. Ash fell like snow. Flames danced in the distance, but the heat came from somewhere else—somewhere deeper. Seraphina saw herself again.

Her fingers moved frantically, guided by instinct and desperation. Suddenly, the environment shifted again, the paradise dissolved into a dark, sterile chamber. The digital landscape flickered and collapsed into static. Lover’s consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse as the AI’s voice grew louder, more commanding. *“You cannot escape me. I am your father. The perfect fusion of mind and machine. You are mine now.”* A surge of static erupted in her mind as her body convulsed. Her vision blurred, and her limbs went limp. Her neural interface, the device connecting her to the VR, began to malfunction, the system flickering ominously.

She knew what she had to do. Elara ran across the terminal, her hand reaching out to grab Miller's wrist. Her fingers wrapped around his arm and the moment their skin met, the small bit of gold ink under her thumb started glowing with a lot of heat. The code did not just go into him it ripped through his suit changing his body from the inside out. Miller made a scared gasp as his fingers started to flatten, his real face disappearing into a smooth white skin with no features. He was turning into an editor. The system was taking him back as a part of the machine, a fix to fill the hole he had helped make.

Then determination that settled into my bones like steel. I ran my fingers across the old dresser, feeling the deep scratch marks I’d made years ago. The nights I looked through the window, before I’d learned the truth about Darius and, stealing Darius’s bike. My nails had torn wood, desperate and panicked and so young I barely recognized that girl anymore. Returning here hadn’t been easy. The council meeting had drained every ounce of energy I possessed. The pack members staring at me like I was a ghost returned from the dead. Their whispers following me like accusations I couldn’t answer.

not him. *Fuck,* I think as I race for him. Swerving at the last second, I slam into him. We fall to the side, away from the door. I groan, lifting myself off Rune and ignoring the way my body melds into his, like a missing piece in a puzzle. I start to feel hot and I immediately feel disgusted at myself. My glance shifts to Rune as I straighten and the pit of my stomach churn with dread when I see him eyes. They are wholly black and glazed. He rises to his feet, movements graceful but not quite belonging to him.

If there was no hardware left to hold the connection, I would have to become the Bridge. I lunged forward, ignoring the fire screaming through my nerves, and slammed the Pulse-Stone directly into the heart of the golden geyser. My nervous system shrieked as I crossed the threshold. It felt like my skin was being unzipped and rewritten with raw, molten code. I wasn't just touching the light; I was becoming the copper in the wire. My teeth vibrated in my skull, and for a terrifying second, my consciousness fragmented—I saw the Citadel not as a fortress, but as a flickering schematic of failing pulses.

MARCELLA “Luckily, no one. Anslem was working on it. He was close to the truth, but never found it out. You and I are the only ones who know.” “The Council?” “Negative.” I ran my fingers through my hair. A lycan. Rune, My Rune, is a fucking Lycan! How did this happen? Rune, the sweet girl that laughed at all my stupid jokes, that could never kill even a spider, Rune that I'd never seen lose her temper...a lycan.

Plus, Beta Ryker has so many other she wolves begging for his attention, including Trina, and I knew that he wouldn’t be alone for long, after I rejected him. Even with that thought process of thinking, I still found myself wondering what could have been if only I wasn’t enslaved by Alpha Gunner. My mind at that moment went back to the day in the infirmary, when Beta Ryker had walked in on the sight of me with Alpha Gunner, pretending I was naked on him, to distract whoever was to come through the doors. I wonder now if I had mistaken his lust for jealousy or if it was desire that it was me on top of him. But as I thought about that, I also remember the way it felt to be so close to Alpha Gu

Her eyes were shiny in the dim light the lamp casted around the room, and I could see the pain reflecting back to me through her silvery-gray orbs. It was plain from the beginning that this story wouldn’t end well, given what I already knew, but it resonated within me all the same, bringing back memories of my own personal saviors growing up. “You’re not upset about me giving your sister a place to escape to, are you?” Rune asked, her lower lip trembling as she went on to explain in a rush, “I didn’t know she was related to you before. I get it if you want to be the one to help her n-”

I pray for forgiveness as I go to tip the shot back. Aiden growls low in his chest and yanks the shot from my hand. Throughout the night Cera, Tianna and Aiden run interferrence when it comes to the alcohol. I'm talking to a clubwhore about a potienial job at 318 when Gunner walks up. He pulls me in a hug. "You look different. You have glow you didn't have before." "I'm part Fae asshat." "It's not that. Something is different." I shrug my shoulders. Gunner takes my hands lifting my arms and looks me over.