Ripperdoc Cyberpunk: Edgerunners Novels & Stories

Facing someone who defeated the fearsome Cerberus was a fool. Rodeath counterattacked with a kick to the head, but the vampire caught her in mid-air in time. Drickblood lifted the leg into the air and twisted it using her claw strength. Rodeath's body crashed into a stone wall after being thrown several meters away. A loud crack was heard on impact as the skull broke She won't be deterred for long by this. Drickblood didn't wait for a second, as she transported herself to where the demon was lying. She was grabbing her by the neck and lifting her into the air. Her eyes glowed red, hell flames coming out of them.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

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.