Cyberpunk Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

The plot will thicken from this point ahead, we will witness madness, a bit of bloodshed, and some bigger misconceptions. I've tried my best to re-do the cliches in the way I, myself, as a reader wanted to read. Hope you all are enjoying them, though I'm still skeptical since there hadn't been many comments. Do comment or drop me a review if you see this. [Authors don't receive notifications of inside chapter comments] However, this note mainly is to announce that the story will merge now with Lily aka Lilyana Espenova and Zilver Zarcavier. The pace will remain fast and the world will get bigger now as characters will travel towards a different city. Because both families are connected.

If I was working, if I was drowning in spreadsheets, contracts and corporate warfare, I didn't have to think. I didn't have to imagine where she was, or what had happened to her, or if she was calling out my name in the dark. I pulled a stack of financial reports toward me, uncapped my pen.and forced myself to read the first line. I was Ryan Wylder now. The Reaper was dead.

Its top was wreathed in a halo of sickly green and magenta light, throbbing in slow, steady beats—like a toxic heartbeat. Objective. “Welcome to the future,” Jax said at my shoulder, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. “Somehow it’s exactly as depressing as I imagined.” My stomach twisted. It looked too much like home. Not my exact city, not literally, but close enough—tall buildings, choked intersections, ugly concrete public art—filtered through the lens of a deranged game dev and my own worst cyberpunk drafts I swallowed hard, throat tight. This could’ve been the street Ethan always insisted on walking down, hand on the small of my back like he was steering me. The bus stop where I’d kill

The golden fire didn't burn our flesh; it burned our secrets. ‎ ‎As the pillar of ancient Ashford energy wrapped around Victor, Kael, and me, the physical boundaries of the Sanctuary dissolved. I was no longer just Julian, the broken boy who had been traded like a piece of currency to settle a corporate debt. I was the nexus. ‎ ‎Through our joined, bleeding hands, a terrifyingly beautiful telepathic bridge snapped into existence. ‎