Cyberpunk Guys Novels & Stories

A jet of steam erupted into the cabin, followed by the first of the boarders. They weren't men. They were "Null-Soldiers"—cybernetic husks whose nervous systems had been replaced by fiber-optic cables. They didn't feel pain; they didn't have souls to hack. They were the perfect counter to the Sovereign. Nevan met the first one mid-air.

One of them was a muscular man, while the other was a rickety old man. They were followed by a group of weirdos who looked exactly the same as those who tagged along with the gentleman in the God’s Tomb. All of them were dressed in high-tech suits, and there were nearly twenty of them. Both Tyr and Dillon became wary of these guys. Subconsciously, both of them took out the Celestial Blade and Sword of Grace. “Wahahaha! Hand over the weapons in your hands!” That muscular man spoke in an excited tone. He waved his fist and dashed quickly toward the duo as he spoke.

I asked, frowning. "A guy I know from my army days. He is with the Hounds of Hell now ,a biker gang." Cyber’s tone softened slightly as he added, "They may be on the wrong side of the law, but they have got a moral code. They rescue women, kids… do some good in their own way. My friend’s one of their hackers. If anyone can get that document, it’s him." I absorbed that, my fingers drumming lightly on the laptop. "Do you still think the DiFronzo family is behind the murders?" I asked.

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.

I guess werewolves love video games just as much as humans do. I’m currently talking to William about the things he’s into and vice versa. “You see those guys over there?” William says, motioning for me to look. I follow his gaze, and my eyes land on three buff looking dudes with shirts that really complement their muscles. They’re playing a game of pool, laughing at something one of them just said. “Yeah, I see them,” I reply. “They’re our leaders. The one on the left is Nathan White, our Gamma. The one on the right is Ethan Fang, our Beta, and the one in the middle is Tanaka Hatake, our Alpha,” he says.

A couple minutes later, two guys, talking loudly about blowjobs and double penetration, wandered up from the bonfire. Brandt was out of the darkness, blocking them before either reached the door. “Hey, man.” A sunburned, shirtless blond guy waved a bottle of vodka in Brandt’s face. “You here to fuck that skinny chick too?” “I don’t wanna fuck her. I’m gonna ram my dick so far into her mouth she’ll feel my balls on her chin,” boasted the second guy, who sported an ape-like chest. Brandt crossed his arms over his chest. “We’ve got enough players, so take off.”

I’ll have to ask her tonight when she comes over. I’m standing close to the door that leads to the backyard chatting with Merigold and Lug Nut when three guys I have never seen before come back. They were wearing kuttes like the guys here but they looked a little different but I couldn’t tell for sure without getting a closer look. Another thing that stood out was these guys were hot as hell. Like panty-melting hot but still not as hot as Brick but damn close. They are tall like the brothers of the Renegades. The shortest one had to be at least five foot eleven the tallest had to be six foot six. And had a powerful don’t fuck with me aura. Who are these guys? Merigold squeals at my side “ C

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”

Tasha’s POV What the actual fuck? My heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon as I peeked into the room. Three fucking naked guys with huge cocks!!! Scratch that—three. Two more were chilling on the balcony, their silhouettes just as intimidating. These dudes looked like they’d gone through dick enlargement or something. Each one looked like they’d been sculpted for sin, their dicks thick, veiny, huge….literally way out of the world. “This is too much”.

3rd guy empathize The 1st Guy, blow on air, the stick of cigarettes he sips was almost at the yellow line, he took a long sip, trash it as he matches it with his feet, till the flame became invisible. “Eh..., it’s not my fault if I became so violence, for me all I want is there head, I need their head..., no one should ask me what I’m to do with it, I was on my own, they came looking for my trouble” fifth Guy brutal. his neck makes sound as he stretched it like someone who's about to enter a fight “Black snake. I’m not happy we are wasting time here; we need to take action” 3rd Guy moaned. his face furious, he quakes a gun, setting it up.