Killing Moon Cyberpunk

Earth, thousands of years after the apocalypse. A boy with amnesia woke up in the middle of the Dregs, the worst part of Crimson Fungus City. The boy grows up and manages to become strong enough to pass an exam for one of the most prestigious jobs in existence, a Zephyx Extractor, someone that can harvest the powers of Specters. Zephyx Extractors have the power to travel kilometers in seconds, read minds, and destroy mountains. In this oppressive world, they are the only ones who can change their destiny. Sadly, the boy had already gained a power from a Specter in the past, which made him ineligible for the position. His dream was dead. Or was it? Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru If my patreon gets more than 1000€ per month, I will increase the word count of my chapters! Join my Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=27791050

Reminiscent of no mere illusion within a world of urban supernatural abilities, the art of magic herein is one of rigorous objectivity and precision! The Magician's Code: 1. Unwavering belief in science 2. Never perform magic in front of muggles 3. Never break the magician persona Remember, if someone asks, tell them it's sleight of hand, that magic is surely a farce, a complete farce! One day, Jiang Shu discovers he can gain corresponding supernatural abilities through his magic performances. Thus, on stage, he believes in science, but off stage, he strikes with mighty blows. Simple magic tricks, solving minor mysteries, this is the ordinary day-to-day life of an average magician in a cyberpunk world. (This cyberpunk setting has no direct connection with any game and doesn't present any barriers to reading) (This story includes logical reasoning, magical detective work, magic analysis, and a light-hearted everyday routine, all of which will be featured.)

The Public Safety System said, "When darkness falls, close your eyes. Monsters, open your eyes. Werewolves, make your kill. Vampires, make your kill. Tengu, make your kill. Corporate security, make your kill. Mercenaries, make your kill. Gangsters, make your kill. Counter-terrorism squads, make your kill. Cyberpsychotics, make your kill. Biochemically Transformed, make your kill. Demons of Hyperspace, make your kill. Zerg of a different dimension, make your kill. Sorcerers of the Abyss, make your kill. Followers of a Million Concealed Charms, make your kill..." The Public Safety System said, "Dawn has broken, and no one died last night. The cyberpsychotics has killed all the monsters. Those who are alive, please speak." Li Pan said, "First of all, I'm not a cyberpsychotic, I'm just a little too spiritually aware."

When ex-detective Liam Voss finds a journal hinting at his sister’s unsolved vanishing, he’s thrust into a nightmare of cryptic clues and carved words—each marking a life stolen by a ruthless secret society. Teaming with a rogue journalist, Liam races across the globe to unravel a conspiracy tied to an ancient entity that feeds on disappearances. But the closer he gets, the more his reality frays—nightmares bleed into daylight, allies turn to enemies, and the truth claws at his sanity. With the clock ticking to the thirteenth hour, Liam must face the ultimate question: save his sister or stop a god from rewriting the world? Dive into a pulse-pounding thriller where every word could be your last!

A young man finds out his whole life has been a lie, stuck in a fight between cultivator's he stumbles upon an inheritance and swears to save his people.

It’s the age of superhumans! Genetic modifications, Cybernetic enhancements, magic enchantments- the choice is yours! For the right price, you can rise above the masses and gain power only ever seen in myths! For the right price! No matter how far humanity advances, power will always fall in the hands of the wealthy few. It was a truth Dante learned at a very young age and with it came a burning hatred for those who look down on everyone from their ivory towers. The flames grew stronger once he found himself faced with the cruelty of those who rule from above. He swore revenge on each and every one of them, but true power couldn’t be fought with hatred alone. In his search for a weapon that could help him take his revenge, Dante crosses paths with a certain Artifact, his fate taking a turn he could never have anticipated. =================================== Check out my other works: Valkyrie Smash.

As the Dark Ages crumble and the High Medieval era dawns, kingdoms rise, empires clash, and ambition fuels the desperate. In a world where power is dictated by "Talents"—gifts bestowed by fate—one man seeks to carve his name into history, not as a hero, but as a ruler. Lucien Vale, a man forsaken by faith and shackled by destiny, harbors a singular goal—to claim dominion over the world itself. With a mind sharper than any blade and a heart untouched by mercy, he navigates treacherous courts, ruthless battlefields, and the shadows where true power lurks. But the world does not bend easily. Kings, warriors, and the chosen few stand in his way, each wielding Talents that could shape the future—or shatter it. In a time where might is law and betrayal is currency, Lucien must prove that fate does not grant power. It is seized. Let the age of conquest begin.

A cursed soul trapped on a battlefield seraching for the sun. Rumors has it that a demon in a black armor appeared on the field, many stated than even if you killed it, he came back to haunt you until your last breath. You may not remember it, but your soul was doomed from the beginning if you crossed path with him in another life. If you crossed path with me.

On that night, as I walked aimlessly through the alleys with tears streaming down my face, I kept mumbling, “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life.” I was so immersed in my self-wallow that I didn't realize how far I had wandered up the mountain until I tripped on a rock and landed on my right knee. “*Hissed* How do I walk back down limping?” I murmured into the silence, unsure of what to do next. Just as I was about to find my way back down, something caught my eye at the top of the mountain, just a few steps away from me. A flower was glowing there, radiant and mysterious, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by its presence. I limped towards it, ignoring the pain in my knee, my gaze fixed on the flower as if it held the answers to my troubles. As I stepped closer, I heard a rustling noise behind the bushes. “Hello, is someone there?” I called out gently, but deep down, I figured it was just a rabbit or something. My attention remained on the flower, its beauty ethereal, enhanced by the full moon hanging in the sky. Just then, I felt an odd sense of courage wash over me, and I decided to touch the flower. As my fingers made contact, I was unprepared for what happened next: the flower's glow transferred to me, slowly causing it to wither away. “No, no, what did I do?” Panic surged through me as I tried to brush the glow off my body, but instead, it became even more blinding. Suddenly, I felt something leave me, and whoosh—I was lifted off the ground, emitting a fog-like glow as the world around me darkened. “*Gasp* Where am I?” I opened my eyes wide, darting them around in confusion, trying to make sense of everything. “Was it just a dream?” I wondered aloud, but everything looked so familiar; I found myself in my room, yet something felt profoundly different. I stood up, intent on freshening up, but paused when I noticed my fingernails—they were ash-colored and longer than before. I didn’t remember getting a manicure, so what was happening? I pushed those thoughts aside and stripped down to take a quick shower, but that’s when I let out a startled scream. A massive flower tattoo covered my back! “H—how? I didn't do this, right?” Confusion and disbelief washed over me, but beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation began to stir within me. What had transpired? What did it mean for the future? The events of that night felt like a catalyst for something far greater, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could hardly comprehend.

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

This is not the journey of a hero. This is the journey of someone who is being broken down, piece by piece, and forced to rebuild herself from the scraps. This is cyberpunk at its rawest, no neon lights, no sleek cityscapes, just blood, metal, and desperation. It’s grimy, ugly, and beautifully painful to read. Marlene’s journey isn’t about saving the world. It’s about crawling out of hell,one brutal step at a time. *** In the shadows of Crystal City, Marlene's life is a delicate balance between mundane days at FreshMart and moonlighting as a cyberware and weapons fixer. Her ambition? To leave her cramped Megablock flat behind for the innovative world of tech engineering. When Marlene submits a prototype to TriColor Corp, she believes her dreams are within grasp. But the path to success veers unpredictably, plunging her into a web of corporate intrigue and underground challenges. In a city where humanity melds with technology, Marlene faces a crucial question: how much of herself is she willing to risk for a better future?

Moon was just an ordinary boy who overworked and tired of his daily life. Another night is just finished when suddenly he dragged into another world. Yes, another world. Seems ridiculous right? Moon is struggling to find his way back to earth. But, somehow the monster keeps appearing. He needs to do something very soon!

Along time ago there were scientist working on a project when everything failed its created A huge explosion everyone almost died some of the scientist or people died from the explosion there are some survivors in Japan

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 This was a transmigration. And it was an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly... Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!" Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes! The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan! What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate guy, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, died. This was truly a tragic story! Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud." In the world of Zhu Xian, gods above, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke! So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the big - boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness. Well, let bygones be bygones. Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south. According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction. The world of Zhu Xian was full of disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again. The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact. Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world. If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything. Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.

The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

In a world taken over by darkness, a blue moon hangs in the sky, in the night vicious calamites roam the earth in search of victims to feast on. Luca a hardworking but untalented magician tries his utmost to find peace in this world of suffering through slaughter. Will his unrelenting thirst for slaughter lead him astray and insane or grant him the peace he's been seeking ever since that fateful day in his childhood?

When we defeat the gods, we are just pawns

In a world where powers decide worth, a weak young man named Kaito Renji dreams of becoming a Hero, not to save the world, but to stand beside the girl he's admired for ten years: Aoi Mizuki. She's kind, beautiful, and the light of his heart. Even though she had a boyfriend, Kaito still wanted to try winning her heart, but in a society that worships strength, Kaito has failed to earn even the lowest hero rank. Still, he refuses to give up, hoping one day she'll notice him. But fate plays a cruel game. Aoi was heinously r*ped by her boyfriend and his four friends and justice? It was as blind as always... In front of the son of Japan's 17th strongest hero in japan, justice was a lame service... This event broke Aoi's soul and turned her brightest smile into a never ending void of emotions. As the world turns away from her pain, Kaito steps forward, not as a Hero, but as a man who loves her without reason, without conditions, without any desire. To protect her, to avenge her, to love her, Kaito will rise, not through strength or power, but through strategy, mind games, world manipulation, and heart. And along the way, he'll try to heal Aoi's broken heart, one step at a time, even if she never loves him back. This is a story of soft romance, deep pain, a slow-burning bond, and quiet revenge, not with fists, but with patience and purpose.

{Warning! Zone 1 will be closing in a countdown} Alexi was the name he had just learned after reading the label on his shirt. Where was he? Alexi did not understand why his memories seemed to be erased one by one, not to mention the place he stepped on this time. The sound of strange noises, unfamiliar to his world, now seemed to take him to a new world. Rules with various missions that he had to carefully go through. [Mission] [Status] Survival Zone, might be an appropriate phrase for him and his colleagues he met in this new game world. Can he survive there? Is there an end to the game?

In the mystical world of Alura, the continent of Ishtrahl stands as a beacon of diversity and beauty. From the frozen reaches of the Nuarthlaen peninsula to the sunlit shores of the Elysian Sea, the land is a patchwork of cultures and peoples, each with its storied history. Amidst this splendor, the continent has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations and through the ages. This story unveils the tale of a young man, and his war with fate, in this everchanging world. Is he a great hero, the champion of the gods? Or a great sinner, one who defied the will of the gods? Only time will tell.

After the moon vanished, humanity plunged into a catastrophic downfall, causing the world as we know it to collapse. Alucard, a boy born at the heart of this devastating event, lives in a dark and desolate world where life clings to the remnants of scattered colonies. In this grim reality, many questions arise: How has humanity changed? What strange creatures emerged from the chaos of this disaster? As time passes, Alucard’s questions about his own fate grow ever more pressing. Torn between escaping his destiny or confronting the truth about himself and the world that existed before the moon's departure, he finds himself at the edge of a revelation that could change everything.

Luna Bloome (Silver Moon) and Night Shadow (Dan Wolfe) are destined for each other but the stakes have never been higher. Their love is what prevents two bitter rival packs from destroying themselves in all-out war but will it be enough when humans decide werewolves are the enemy and seek every possible means to exterminate them? Will their love shine forth amidst the darkness of mystery? Will it triumph over the evils of deceit? And will it withstand the chaos of impending doom?

Lena thought the worst that could happen to her was miraculously surviving a near-death wolf attack, until she awoke as a different person, void of her humanity. She was stronger and faster now. She learns the truth about herself when Ronan, a dangerous and brooding alpha, finds and brings her into his world. She was not just bitten but she was chosen for something mysterious. No one had ever survived a fatal bite like hers, and the power surging inside of her was something no one in the pack had ever seen before. Lena must learn to master and control her abilities as she realizes she is a part of a great prophecy; otherwise, she would become prey to the Rogue wolves lurking in the darkness and hunting her. But the greatest danger was the undeniable attraction between her and Ronan, an attraction that could either shatter her completely or deliver her. As destiny surfaces and the moon calls to her, she must take a stance. Will she welcome and embrace the monster within or risk losing her humanity forever?