Last Cyberpsycho Location Novels & Stories

Blood ran down the rolls of pink flesh that made up his neck as his hands applied pressure to the wound. I cocked my head. “Now tell me, who the fuck is Viper and where can I find him?” “He’s the new head of Los Psychos, the Mexican club. They hang out at the Nine Ball.” “Leo’s old place?” “That’s the place! I swear that’s all I know. It was supposed to be a simple job. Snatch the Caddy and bring it back here for the pickup. I didn’t know anything about Cutter’s money being in the trunk, or that you were involved Minus.” Phil’s attention turned to me. “Last I heard you moved to Texas or something.”

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

“You're really scaring the poor lady. She hasn't said anything yet. Just relax. We'll find Luna Lenora and we'll bring her back.” I stared down at my fists. It was indeed clenched. Taking a deep breath, I let go of my fists. And I turned my attention to the lady. “Now tell me everything. Where is that fucker hiding my mate?” “In his penthouse at Alma City.” She responded. “It is an underground penthouse. And if you've been trying to track her location, it would have been difficult, because there is little to no network connection around the area.” The lady finally answered, this time, without stuttering.

Dominic’s POV For two weeks, I’ve been tracing this ghost through firewalls and dark-net dead ends. Whoever they are, they know too much, about Elia, about Z-Core, even about me. Every message arrives like a whisper from someone who’s been inside my head but tonight, I finally find the crack. I’m in my home office, lights dimmed, only the soft hum of the computer breaking the quiet. I rerun the trace through a forensic relay, same origin as the last four messages, somewhere in Colorado.

His eyes were dark, almost gold, showing how close his wolf was to the surface. Caspian, Sky, and Storm jumped out. Behind them was Nyx, the pack’s technical genius, carrying a high-end military laptop. "Nyx, get in the lobby. Access every CCTV camera within a five-block radius of that bistro," Travis barked. They rushed inside. Nyx set up his equipment on the marble counter, his fingers flying across the keys. "Accessing city feeds now... okay, I have the bistro entrance from twenty minutes ago." The screen showed Aubrey walking toward the restaurant. They watched as she bumped into a man in the doorway. Travis’s growl vibrated in the room when he saw the man catch her by the waist.

Jade's POV ​The silence of the Cicero safe house wasn’t empty; it was a physical weight, a thick, pressurized layer of dust and damp cold that seemed to swallow the sound of our breathing. We had reached the location—a basement beneath an abandoned textile factory that hadn't seen a human soul since the late nineties. It was a concrete tomb, lit only by a single, flickering halogen bulb that Enzo had coaxed back to life with a bypass of the main breaker. Each time the bulb buzzed, the shadows on the wall jumped like startled ghosts.

Lucas and Walker are waiting for us on the sidewalk. “Is it true? That the nexus is in Midnight Harbor?” “Yes, Luc. We´re going there right now.” “Laura, Jeremy is in Midnight Harbor, I´ve been attempting to call him but he´s not answering his phone.” “Then we must get there before all hell breaks loose.” >Street outside Club Equinox. Night< Lucas looks extremely concerned about Jeremy. “I´ve got a terrible feeling about this. It´s my wolf instincts. Something isn´t right.”

"Guess where." I leaned to my back chair but stay silent. I wasn't a fan of guessing game, and Cyan sure knew that. Since we've tried to track down that mysterious bastard, he was everywhere. Bangkok, Thailand, Indonesia, Egypt, and even Alaska. I knew that you could be in one place and anywhere at the same time. Internet and technology made that happen. But the fact that your body could only be in one place was true. He was somewhere. I just didn't know where. "Come on, Matt. Entertain me," Cyan grunted, but later he answered the question himself. "His last trace was in New York. Last night, 9 PM."

Getting too close to the girl was never part of the deal. The rooftop door opened, and in walked Benito, my tech guy. Skinny, twitchy, always sweating, even in winter. But his brain? Priceless. He carried his laptop like a newborn, typing as he walked. “I’ve got a trace,” he said, not bothering to sit. “I tracked Caspian’s last known coordinates,” he said. I looked up at him instantly, my pulse kicking up again. “And?” Benito turned the screen to me. A map glowed on the display, with heat signatures and surveillance data pinpointed in red.

Ruby’s phone had last pinged near the outskirts of town, where Lisa lived. A cold feeling settled in my gut. “Lisa?” I repeated, reading the screen again just to be sure. “She was with Lisa?” My Beta nodded. “That’s what the data shows. They met some nights ago, near the café on Greenhill Road. After that, nothing.” I didn’t waste time. Within minutes, we were already driving toward Lisa’s cabin in the woods. The place looked smaller than I remembered, but something about it felt wrong. The windows were shut tight, and the air around the cabin was thick, stale. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin.