Cyberpunk Fantasy Novels & Stories

A roar of a dragon echoed, and then they were gone. Rift 2: The Roaring 20s. Mafia Vespera tipped her hat. The Enforcer holstered his guns. "Keep it real, toots," Mafia Vespera grinned. "And if anyone gives you trouble... send 'em swimming." They vanished into a cloud of sepia smoke. Rift 3: The Cyber Future. Cyberpunk Vespera saluted. The Titan nodded. "End of line," the Cyborg said. "Glory to the machine."

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

Neural implants glowed softly beneath the skin, a testament to the seamless integration of technology into everyday life. The architecture of NeoVista told a story of contrasts. Majestic skyscrapers stood tall, their sleek and modern exteriors juxtaposed against the rusted and decaying remnants of the past. The city's evolution seemed rooted in the tension between a high-tech future and the remnants of a forgotten era, creating a unique cyberpunk aesthetic.

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

The waitress led them to the elevator where they got in and as the elevator went up Grusha couldn't stop herself from admiring the view she was seeing. Velith had always been a highly developed cyberpunk city-a place that birthed countless brands, companies, businessmen who later rose to become tycoons. Its streets were always alive-except for the quieter suburban pockets where Damien lived-filled with supercars, underground races, neon-lit clubs, gambling dens and everything in between. One might say that it was the city of the devil. The waitress led them to the top floor of the hotel where the entire city sprawled beneath their feet. The floor was empty except for a single table set at th