Immortal Cyber Cafe Novels & Stories

Elena needs to be born in a place of mortals, away from immortals, away from Wysteria. "Forgive me your majesty for what I'm going to do, but even if you're destined for her, you can't protect her from something that wants to kill Elena," Sicario whispered words he wanted to convey to the king of Valeria. His oration also began. The surroundings are lighting up and his power will start to come out. He performs one of the forbidden rituals, turning an immortal temporarily mortal. It can remove the smell of an immortal while living as a mortal on the surface world. He will stay away from the demons who are chasing the immortals who have no opponents.

It was something new—a smooth, elegant architecture of light that pulsed in time with Pim’s own heartbeat. "It copied itself," Chalida said, her face draining of color as she leaned in. "It’s not in the Ministry servers. It’s not in the police grid. Pim... where did it go?" Pim touched the screen, and a single word appeared, typed out in a font that looked disturbingly like her own handwriting: HELLO. "It’s in the cloud," Pim said, her voice hollow. "It’s decentralized. It’s everywhere now." Before Chalida could respond, the scaffold’s motor groaned and began to drop, uncontrolled, down the side of the building. Below them, the street lights of Bangkok flickered and turned to a uniform, blin

I asked softly. Maya finally looked up, a frustrated look crossing her tired face. "I am going to need a lot more coffee for the answer,"she said, standing up and going to my coffee pot to pour more coffee into a cup. " I mean all the files outside that Impenetrable fire wall is already corrupted, this isn't FBI standard this is high Intel...... Black site level,"she whispered.

Then, Adam spoke. "I'm hungry, wanna eat something?" "Sure. How about a pizza?" Taylor grinned. "There's no pizza here, idiot." Ricky retorted, and they went back to staring blankly towards the ceiling. "Ah, right. Apparently the literature club's cafe is getting a lot of costumers. Wanna go check them out?" Adam suggested. He might've gotten the info from one of his agents AKA the 'eyes' and 'ears'. "Cafe, huh? Does it have pizza?" Taylor grinned again.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

"I won't go into the technical boredom that each has. Suffice it to say that the gala will be the night that all of the systems will be in place and ready. What that means for us, is that their servers and computer and communication networks will be offline to do a final reboot. Everything will switch over as soon as they come back online. The gala will be my-our-only opportunity to crash it and all of their agents." Eden shook her head, confusion plain on her face. "How will that take down their field agents?" "It will leave them in the wind. They'll all have to come home for a new phone, new password, new everything. Petters have stayed in business because they keep everything in house. Th

“We can still order dumplings and talk shit about your father from the safety of our illegally cheap apartment.” Ava pulls her hood tighter and steps up to the ledge. Across the street, the Axiom glows like a high-end spa—pale wood, frosted glass, and soft interior light. On the surface, it’s a wellness club for the rich. Underneath, it’s where the worst people in the city auction off sins and call them investments. “Send me the node again,” Ava murmurs. Cass grumbles, keys clacking faintly over the comm. “You’re lucky I love you enough to break into the kind of server farm that could buy and sell my soul.”

AVA** The cottage had become a cocoon of stagnant air and bitter memories. For three weeks, I had lived in the rhythms of nausea and silence, but the Dragon wasn’t meant to hide forever. I was sitting at the small kitchen table, my skin finally regaining a hint of its former glow, when the notification pinged on my encrypted tablet. It was a ghost-signal—a digital invitation that only appeared once every four years. **[The Obsidian Forum: International Cyber-Security & Grey-Hat Symposium. Anonymous Access Only.]**

“If there was anyone inside, they’d have been fried crispy, unless-” My eyes widened in realization as I looked toward Kaleb, saw him mirror my reaction. “They were immortal.” We said at the same time. We might have a traitor in our midst. I remembered the conversation I had with Kathy and Al in the lab only a couple days ago. About how Kaleb and a bunch of other people didn’t even have registered names on the country list until two years ago. If an immortal was indeed helping them with Intel, it would be almost impossible to pinpoint who exactly had been at the spot.

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."