Techno-thriller Books Novels & Stories

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

"We hired young Thinker to develop several firewalls, far more superior to any that had been fashioned previous to them, and to create a counter virus, lest China or Russia declare a web based war against the Republic. We outfitted Ed with the most advanced AI that the Republic had to offer, and he worked well with us for six months. Skip forward to one year ago; Thinker vanishes. It was believed that the pressure and his own creative genius had taken a toll on his mind, and he took to using boost. The general consensus was that he had overdosed, became a bezerker, and expired in the streets of the slums that he had been raised in." "But that wasn't the case?"

*“That’s my good little thief. Beg for the cock that’s going to own you. Tell me how much you need to be hunted. To be broken.” Elara’s free hand flew to her tits, pinching and twisting her painfully hard nipples until tears streamed down her cheeks. She was beyond dignity now. The city outside her window—honking horns, distant sirens, the endless pulse of millions of lives—felt a thousand miles away. There was only this: her soaked, trembling body, the demon’s cock splitting her open, and the golden thread pulsing brighter with every thrust.

The ninetieth floor of the Vane-Corp Spire was less an office and more a cathedral of glass, silicon, and calculated silence. Outside, the skyline of 2026 flickered with the frantic pulse of a city that never slept a neon sprawl of hovering transport drones and holographic advertisements that painted the low-hanging clouds in shades of electric violet. Inside, the only sound was the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of a liquid-cooled mainframe: the heartbeat of an empire built on the philosophy that there was no human flaw that could not be patched with the right line of code.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

BLURB "They should have never been two of us." Gabriella. "One of us has to die." Gabrielle. Fame, power and money were the only things Gabrielle craved not until she suddenly starts to obsess over her twin sister's love interest and decides that there can only be one Gaby Johansson alive and that person had to be her. Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it.

Framed and ruined tech genius Reid Brecken had constructed CipherCore, only to have it all torn from him by his partners and ruthless investor Dante West, condemning him to a rain-drenched purgatory. Presented with a lone opportunity for revenge—becoming the living duplicate of vanished tech mogul Max Sterling. Reid is subjected to a drastic transformation: his face remodeled, his mind woven inextricably into Max’s digital specter. Propelled into the golden cage of Max's existence and the sphere of his suspicious wife, Alessandra, Reid makes a shocking discovery: Max isn't missing; he's confined. And his revolutionary neural innovation, Synapse, has been turned into a weapon that West wo

“You sold us out for promises from a machine.” “Easy, Marcus,” Lena said softly, placing a hand on his arm. Her touch steadied him, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. Leila examined the earpiece again under the lantern light. “This tech is advanced. It’s not just audio. There’s a neural feedback loop. Low-frequency signals that can influence mood and decision-making. IZO44 isn’t only predicting behavior. It’s shaping it in real time.” Daniel, still trembling, spoke up. His voice was hoarse. “It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.”