Cyberpunk Fantasy Novels & Stories

His hand gripped the handle of his bike but his eyes never left hers, "You could have written about anyone, but you wrote about me," "Cuz you're popular and everything. I thought we already talked about this," She mumbled the last part. "I told you I ain't letting you off the hook that easily, McIntyre, so now you have another two options," "Kaelen-" He grinned, "You keep pretending it's all fiction, or...," He stepped closer till she had to look up to see his face, his tall figure now looming over her. She could now feel the heat of him, and his voice was a smooth rasp, "I make those fantasies come true. Every naughty, crazy thing you dreamt of, you wrote down. I could really have you under

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

"Let's go save the NPCs." Ren pressed his eye against the rubber cup of the thermal scope. Through the Vanguard’s flawless 100% graphical filter, the environment looked exactly like a high-end, dystopian sci-fi game. The graffiti sprayed on the concrete walls—which Ren knew were actual Swahili protest slogans from the real-world slums—were rendered as glowing, jagged alien runes. The "Scourge" enemies patrolling the catwalks looked like terrifying, asymmetrical monstrosities with chitinous armor and glowing red eyes.

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

The bed, and other assortments in the room being to hover, their eyes roll in the back of their head and the fluid in the chalice beings to disappear… Nirvana is the village that is granted to the noblest of humans. There are no whore dins or any fornication happening out in the public, though it still has its criminal element. The hydralisk guards march through the streets of the village like they owned the very ground that they walk on. The one who helms the platoon is none other than Valyn himself. The guards spread out to cover the back allies’ ways where there are small hovels and apartments. Two guards for each place of living. The hydralisk that is in charge of the living spaces pulls

He used teleportation while the fairy is defending herself, he then cast the fire behind him and that's how the fairy got wounded. In order to strike at her, you must attack side to side. The warlock is a genius, but both of them is a dirty player. They have tricks. They are the Liar, Traitor, and Gross caster. All are fighting, including the leader of every race. The ground is shaking, the clouds were moving, and the forest was collapsing. What more will be affected? What made them become like this? A man was laughing in the concealing shadow with a wine of his glass. He was flattering while looking at them. “So fascinating,” he expressed to himself.

"Could it be the sadness of a lost dream "A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a cup of water. They never saw me for a queen, she thought bitterly. I was only an afternoon's amusement, a horse girl with a curious pe

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.