Cyberpunk Names Female Novels & Stories

Cornucopias are supposed to look fancy and rich. “Lemme see.” I handed it over and she gave it a couple of experimental swings. “It’s not a weapon,” I said. “It’s supposed to symbolize, like, abundance and stuff. Maybe once it’s full it’ll be heavy enough to hit someone with. Mister Woodward and Savannah would get mad though.” “It’s pretty cool,” she said generously. “And I don’t go by Isabella anymore. My new name is Sable.” I nodded. She liked to try different names on for size. For three months she’d been Isa. And before that she’d made everyone call her Niriko after her favorite anime character.

“The goddess has named her.” The name struck me like thunder. Eira—the wolf of legend, said to be born only once in an age. A vessel of divine will, gifted to kingdoms at their turning point. And she had come now. To us. Queen Victoria-Ann Blake turned to us, his golden eyes wide, fear etched into every line of his face. “What do we do? She’s in pain—help her!” I stepped forward slowly, ignoring the way my own wolf wanted to bow to the girl before me. “She does not need saving, Blake. She needs acceptance. This is her true self. Her gift—and her burden.”

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

She was probably thinking about how I'd humiliate myself tomorrow. I watched Katherine coldly as she turned to leave, humming an odd werewolf song. The tune grated on my nerves, and I had to resist the urge to cover my ears. A group of pack girls happened to pass by, all greeting Katherine with enthusiastic waves and smiles. One of them, a redhead named Lily, called out, "Katherine, we heard you discarded your sensitivity enhancement stone. Are you still participating in tomorrow's selection?" Katherine glanced at me with a sly smile, then resumed her innocent act. The transformation was so smooth, it was almost impressive.

"bumblebee" Nick's words hit Fuoco like a sailor being hit by the biggest wave after he was sure that the strom was over. Her eyes grew large and she immediately focused her gaze of Nick who was smirking at her. She tried to cover up her expressions by acting as if she heard something she wasn't aware about but she knew Nick had already seen through her. So, She had to admit that she was "Bumblebee" the famous hacker of the dark web world.

All of it. My real name first—Daphne Vega. The name I chose when I left the person I'd been, the name I've used for every operation since. The record, what there is of it—the training, the certifications, the network of handlers and assets and dead drops that constituted my professional life. What I am and where I come from and the career that taught me to become whoever a room needed.

Makeup and beauty products were neatly organized on top of the vanity. Once Jenny was seated, the woman continued her examination, fluffing Jenny's hair. "What's your name, sweets?" she asked. Jenny hesitated. "Jenny," she replied quietly. The woman hummed in response, seemingly unfocused on the name. "You're in good hands, girly, the best in all of Bloody Sapphire." Jenny shifted uncomfortably as the woman draped a black cape over her, securing it behind her neck. "Name's Britney."

I was thinking maybe she had become sober, of course anyone with such tale about upbringing should be sober, but here there seems to be no remedy, a rescue plan was not feasible, where do I start from, even if I had one I cannot do it alone and the disastrous part of it was that I am neither familiar with technologies of the new world government, after all I come from a place they called the barbaric. “What is your name?” I asked again. “My name is Cortex seven two one zero.” She said systematically. I was neither impressed by the name nor do I have an idea of what the name meant. “What? What is that? Is that a name or something…?” I raised a concern, standing up to my feet walking to meet h

The woman looked very similar to her! She was stunned for a moment but came to realize it soon afterward. Could it be that this woman was her other younger sister? It turned out that the woman’s real name was Hydrakandy. “Hydradiara, how dare you try to defend the bitch?!” Hydrakandy stared at Hydradiara coldly. She behaved so arrogantly and glared at Hyradiara with her deathly stare. She looked like she was about to fight her to the death if there was a dispute.