Techno-thriller Books Novels & Stories

Dark Temptations – Men who don’t just touch… they claim. Pleasure & Power – Games where surrender is as dangerous as resistance. BDSM & Forbidden Kinks – Chains, blindfolds, rules… and the wicked thrill of breaking them. Primal Possession – Being chased, caught, and taken until you can’t breathe without wanting more. Obsession That Burns – Love that feels like fire, beautiful, consuming, impossible to escape. This is not for the faint or the shy. It will touch you in places no one else dares, leave you burning, and keep you wanting long after the last page.

“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.

The mind of a coward was still the mind of a coward, even if he wore a strong body inside the new world. He, like every animal that figured itself an alpha, kept eye contact. He stared me in the eye, without blinking, for a little while. His bald head and godlike figure started to sweat, though. Even in this unnatural world, stress was real. "Of course I am. Anyone that considers himself a hacker and doesn't know of Thinker…" He trailed off before breaking his stare. "…isn't a hacker at all." Zero turned and headed back to his single pillow.

*“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)

It was designed to pit small groups against complex logistical puzzles, requiring intense collaboration, communication, and, critically, close-quarters problem-solving. Thalynn arrived at the staging area—a vast, concrete bunker beneath the main library—feeling utterly alien. The military-grade suppressants, now coursing through his system, had made him a ghost of his former self. He was devoid of scent, devoid of innate fear, devoid even of the constant, weary anxiety that had previously been his companion. He felt perfectly calm, perfectly neutral, and utterly inhuman. His mind was a machine, sharp and cold, focused only on survival.

I stormed out of the station and got into Anthony’s Lexus. The car ride consisted of Anthony telling me he knew I was up to something and me just sitting there with an amused look on my face. It was a facade for the fear that lay beneath my skin. One week later….. Once the heat died down after the office stunt. I decided now was the time to start digging more into the findings on my thumb drive. My fingers moved at lightning speed as I accessed the files on the thumb drive while hacking into one of the government databases that would allow me to cross reference the information I downloaded from Ricci Enterprises. As quickly as I entered the database, error pop ups and warning messages took o