Damon Hacker Novels & Stories

Alessia thought carefully, and suddenly froze, her pupils dilated, unable to believe it. "You're Eagle?" Hearing her own ID number from Alessia's mouth was indescribable. It was like her exclusive secret had been discovered by Alessia, and exchanged, and their feelings had progressed further. Dominic's lips curled with satisfaction, "Yes, Cobra, I'm Eagle." Hearing Dominic's answer, Alessia was briefly stunned, but quickly accepted the fact. Through Tiffany, she had long known that Dominic was a hacker expert. With Dominic's character and means, if he liked something, he would surely want to do it to the extreme.

DARK - 14 MILLION VIEWS` Screen 2: `IP TRACE: FAILED` Screen 3: `VICTOR REED - LOCATION: UNKNOWN` Damian: "He's alive." Kira: "Proof?" Damian picked up his phone. New email. `Good morning, Mr. & Mrs. Cole. Loving the attention. Round 2 in 12 hours.` `-G` Ava closed the laptop. "He's playing games." Damian: "Then let's end the game." --- _DAY 793: 11:00 AM - THE TEAM_ Damian called 3 more people. 1. `ZAIN` - Ethical hacker. 19 years old. Hoodie.

Vince swallows hard, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. “Right. Your father is fifty years old. His name is Damon Montague. Your brother is thirty... Steven. They’re both in an MC called the Highway Demons. Your brother is currently the president. Your father was president before him and the original founder of the club. All the information I found is in this file.” He pushes the envelope toward me and waits for a reaction. I stare out the window, taking in the quiet street and drawing a deep breath. Of course my family isn’t normal. A fucking biker club? Seriously?

It shattered into noise, leaving the air buzzing with residual static. “Hurry!” he shouted. Damian knelt, fingers flying across holographic panels that appeared from thin air. The system resisted, error messages blooming like red flowers across the screen. ACCESS DENIED. ROOT PERMISSION REQUIRED. Carter’s voice slipped through the static. “Still trying to hack your way into a conscience, Damian?” The lights surged; the faces on the screens turned to watch them, every pair of eyes glowing in unison. Damian didn’t stop typing. “You wanted perfection,” he said aloud, teeth clenched. “You turned people into servers.”

It was the news about Damian , Charlotte’s first lover he was arrested for cybercrime and internet hacking. It was said that Damian early indulgence and love for money led him into studying computer programming. He used this knowledge to hack into Top class businesses account and wired about 80 percent of their fund into an untraceable account. Damian evil doing was caught when He was about to defraud The Gray’s account.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

Seeing the odd cell phone in her hand, as if he thought of something and asked, "Renea, are you Anonymous?" Renea turned her head to look at Darren with a faint shock in her eyes. "I'm Demon King," Darren said bluntly. The shock in Renea's eyes deepened. Darren turned out to be the International Hacker Demon King. There was no need to ask again, looking at Renea's eyes, Darren had already gotten the answer. His heart was shaken by a small shock, as he had not expected that the hacker he admired to be his sister. "So you were the one who helped Aron fix the company's system last time, too?"

When he reached the intake tables, he gave a false name, accepted his tent assignment, and disappeared into the camp– as silent as a ghost. ____________________ “They’re here.” Damon – now better known as Emperor Damon (as he insisted everyone call him) or the Usurper (for which he threatened to kill anyone caught calling him) or His Royal Fuckwit (his least favorite name of all) – swore violently, smashing his fist into his desk. “I knew it! That bastard Gabriel must be hiding them.” He complained, speaking so loudly into the phone receiver that the man on the other end of the line flinched. “Have you seen them?”

Hacker said, excitement shining in his eyes. “Really?” Venom raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Yeah. One’s the Don of the Bloody Silvers,’ the other is Don of The Devils,” Hacker announced, his grin widening as he licked his ubiquitous lollipop.Venom’s expression hardened. “How did you get their information?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes. Hacker’s grin wavered, but he pressed on. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I really want to help, so I dug deep. I also noticed something else.

“And if I burn my name in the process — at least I’ll burn it for something real.” Sophie closed the letter and smiled. Just a little. The Phoenix HQ lights flickered as Camellia finished the trace. She stared at the results on the terminal screen — blinking, reluctant, disbelieving. The system logs, IP trail, clearance level, the proxy reroutes… it all pointed to one person. Someone she trusted. Someone Sophie trusted. Someone who had been there since Mary’s final months. Camellia’s throat went dry as she whispered the name. Damon was a former Phoenix cyber-ops lead. Recruited early, trained by Mary herself. Sharp, quiet, and loyal — or so they’d believed.