Immortal Cyber Cafe Novels & Stories

"I can't fight Miller if I'm using public towers. I need a private server, something old-school. Something that hasn't been updated in a decade." "I know a place," Enzo said. "But it’s a graveyard. The old Cavallo server farm in Gary, Indiana. It was decommissioned before you even joined the family. It’s a tomb of iron and dust." "It’s perfect," I said. "If it's disconnected from the main grid, Miller can't see me coming until I've already tripped the wire."

“The truth is, every immortal is scared of death. We never see it coming because of our immortality. So, your question is something I can’t answer” he says. Warren Peace walks into the club with searching eyes. His eye catches one of the brothers at the bar and he goes to join the immortal. He rubs his wavy brown hair as he reaches the bar. He stands behind the immortal. “If it isn’t Detective Peace. I see you still apply that shitty cologne of yours,” Samuel says. “Samuel, I presume” Warren says, “And what gives me away?” Samuel asks.

After our almost-run-in with Cassius, Ethan had decided it was best to confuse the Dark One and get my scent all over Seattle. We'd gone to at least three bakeries, two Starbucks, bought flowers, berries, and finally ended up by the pier. The building said Immortal Industries. Talk about blatant. "You ship fish?" I still couldn't believe it. "Worldwide." Ethan grinned. "Disappointed?" "The name needs work." "Yes, well, I decided that sometimes the best way to hide is to do the opposite of hiding." He frowned. "You're cold?" I shivered. "A bit."

If she’s worried about eavesdroppers, she already knows this is serious. I close my eyes and take another deep breath. “Do you mind if we move to a place where no one will hear?” She looks thoughtful for a minute, tapping her chin with her free hand. “Oh, yeah. There is a private chat room in this cafe. It’s sealed proof, tied by magical barriers so not even werewolf hearing senses can pick it up. It’s for high-level meetings. The owner of the cafe is a supernatural. You want to go there?” I nod my head quickly, the urgency thrumming through me. “Yeah, sure. Please.”

"Now, before you say anything. This club is... different." My brows furrowed. "How so?" Leaning forward, she whispered with uncontainable excitement, "It's an immortal bar. Think about it, Hell, so many other species would be out there. It's the perfect re-introduction to immortal society." "Wow, how... exciting." Her face fell. "It is. I mean... so many species, a lot of... People, immortal society. Yipee." "I hate you." A chuckle left me. Before I could say anything else, she held my gaze and said, "Since you think it's so exciting, you're going to come along with me, right?'

It’s a relic, a 24-hour gaming café that smells of stale Red Bull and unwashed bodies. Perfect. The lighting is dim, blue-tinted, and harsh. Rows of monitors line the walls, occupied by teenagers playing shooters, and guys who look like they’re waiting for a wire transfer from a Nigerian prince. The guy at the counter doesn't even look up from his phone. "One hour," I say, slapping a crumpled ten-dollar bill onto the laminate. He slides a slip of paper with a login code across the counter. "Station 14. No p**n."

Vanessa explained, causing Finn, Derek and Eric to agree with her. Seeing how everyone had agreed with her decision, Vanessa was beyond pleased. She said with a smile, “So, Eric and Derek, since both of you are not allowed to work in my company in the meantime, you'll come to my cyber cafe and enter my secret lair every day to carefully investigate. The passcode for this secret lair is 446789. You can make use of my computers and laptops, and other equipment. But you should know that I will not come here tomorrow. As I have explained earlier, I am going out with Xavier and will stay with him throughout tomorrow. I owe him two wishes, and I must fulfil them both and not go back on my own word

"There's a hacker bar called 'System Failure'. Cassandra used to frequent it. Find her contact." "Kael," Jackson looked the boy in the eye. "Protect them." "With my life, Sir," Kael nodded. The Lower Sector. Internet Cafe / Bar "System Failure". The air smelled of ramen and ozone. The streets were packed with hackers, fixers, and low-level criminals. Alex, Mia, Aurora, and Kael walked in formation. They stuck out. They looked too clean, too healthy, too... expensive. "Hey, tourists," a voice hissed from the shadows.

Unexpectedly, Hilda visited the cybercafé the next day in secret. In this era of decline for cybercafés, Rex set up a huge cybercafé. Originally, everyone thought he would lose a lot of money. However, after the business went on for a while, it was surprisingly good. It became an established brand and quickly became the must visit landmark amongst the internet celebrities in Taadi City. The business was roaring and it was visited by fans and media from all around the world every day. Hilda came when she went out to walk her dog. She wanted to book a separate private room to try the supreme gaming experience Rex offered. The package came with a professional gaming desk and chair. Just the tho

"You’re the brain. I’m the fist. You stay here and monitor the feed. If this is a trap, I need you to burn the node remotely." Damian hesitated, then nodded. "Be careful. If he’s using a Zero Day compiler, he’s not just a thug with a laptop. He’s a pro." ------------------------------------------------ The Lower East Side was a maze of narrow streets and crumbling tenements. The cyber-café, ‘The Glitch’, was wedged between a bodega and a tattoo parlor, its neon sign flickering intermittently. Rylan and I approached from the alley. The rain had started again, a cold, misting drizzle that slicked the pavement.