Blackhat X Demencia Novels & Stories

Demitri's tone was lethal. "Um, he is huge... black, his eyes were dark amber... I think closer to crimson red. That's all I can remember." "Was there anyone around the place aside from you?" "No. I was alone, I guess..." "All right. Rest first. I'll be back shortly," he said and before I could react, he was already out of the chamber. Contrary to what I said earlier that I can manage myself, I actually feel very weak. So intead of sneaking out, I just sat on the bed and recalled every detail of what happened.

he murmured. His fingers traced my jaw, soft as a lover’s caress. "Just let go." My heartbeat slowed. Thump. Thump. Thump. My limbs went slack. The darkness pulled me under. Cassian’s lips brushed my ear. "This time, I’ll make sure you never leave me again." And then— Everything went black. 16 LENA The moment Cassian pulled me under, the world collapsed. Or maybe I did. There was no sense of up or down, no floor beneath my feet, no sky above.

"No, darling. I'm winning it." It was 2AM at the Blackstone penthouse moonlight streamed through the penthouse library's floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the shelves in silver and shadow. I curled deeper into the Chesterfield sofa, my laptop casting a blue glow over Damien's encrypted server. Password: **Vermeer1632** lifted from his watch's biometric scanner three nights ago. File after file of Marcus's shady deals flashed across the screen: offshore accounts, blackmail payments, doctored financials. But one folder stood out like a bloodstain:

Under the shroud of the gray, black, and white tricolored force, Hetsema’s Demonic Body began to erode from his feet, transforming into a mass of purplish-red mist that spread gradually from his feet to engulf his entire body. Hetsema, who was originally unconscious, screamed in pain, his face twisted in agony. Seeing this, everyone covered their mouths simultaneously and showed expressions of shock. They knew that James intended to destroy Hetsema’s Demonic Body, not allowing him to even possess a physical body. This was not considered killing, but it was even worse. Under the erosion of the gray, black, and white tricolored force, Hetsema’s painstakingly cultivated Demonic Body was finally

"Takahashi thinks his Tokyo firewalls are invincible? Noah is going to turn them into a bonfire." "Dominic just handed us the keys to Takahashi's coffin," Sophia muttered, already opening a black-site terminal. "Tell Dom the extraction starts now," Lina told Hugo. "We’re going to link Takahashi's money to every corpse Marco left on the sidewalk."

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

“Maybe you’re the key, Alissia. Maybe you were always meant to be part of this.” I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’re all crazy. This is ridiculous.” “No, it’s not,” Demitri says, his eyes narrowing in frustration. “I’ve seen your account. The money you have? Barely scratches the surface of what your uncle had. He moved vast amounts of money, hiding it. He was...” Blake hesitates, searching for the right words. “Like a spy, but not for the government. More like a stalker, a hacker. He gathered dirt on people—powerful people—and blackmailed them. Within a year, he was a billionaire, all paid in hush money. People think he crossed a line, got his hands on something too dangerous, som

He almost smiled at that. I leaned in slightly. “Why does Black Meridian care now?” “Because Whiteglass investors are dying,” she said. The room temperature seemed to drop. “Dying how?” I asked. “Accidents. Failures. Exposure events.” “Someone’s cleaning the board,” Dominic said quietly. “Yes,” she agreed. “And they believe you are the last surviving key.” “To what?” She met my eyes fully now. “To what they built inside your mind.” Silence expanded, dense, electric.

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

CHAPTER 7 ELENA “Hmmm… yeah… fuck…” My eyes snapped open. Wait. What? I blinked into the darkness of my room, confused. It was dead silent for a second… and then— “Mmm… ah—Lucian…” I sat straight up in bed. WHAT. THE. HELL. Was someone—moaning?! In this house??? At THIS hour??? I held completely still like I was in some horror movie and the killer would hear me breathing. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe my dirty subconscious was doing the most again. I flopped back on my pillow and closed my eyes.