Ripperdoc Cyberpunk: Edgerunners Novels & Stories

He coiled his massive muscles, the Sovereign silver-gold runes on his neck and arms igniting like a collapsing star. BOOM. He launched himself off the ground with the force of an erupting volcano. He didn't use anti-gravity tech. He used raw, unadulterated primal power. He was a streak of molten gold energy tearing through the toxic rain, heading straight for the Gunship’s mechanical head. The Cyber-Dragon’s targeting AI frantically tried to lock onto the incoming biological anomaly. "ALERT. TARGET TRAJECTORY ILLOGICAL. EXECUTING DODGE PROTOCOL."

A rifle butt slams into my kidney. I absorb the pain. It’s useful. It clears the static the Void Stone left in my head and sharpens the edges of my rage. Ryker walks ahead of us, his suit jacket torn at the shoulder where his muscles bulged during the shift. He hasn't fully turned, but the beast is right under his skin. Eyes yellow, teeth elongated, fingers twitching with the urge to rend. He’s dragging Marcus’s gurney behind him. The Silverwood Alpha, once a man who could command a room with a whisper, is being towed along, his lips still moving in that silent, horrifying prayer.