Dark Web Book Novels & Stories

If you wish to read my new book, I will have to suggest this workaround in the meantime. Go to goodnovel.com on your web browser, and search for BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon. It will ask you if you want to add it to your LIBRARY or, in most cases, to d o w n load the book. Dow n lo ad the book and you will be directed back to the app where the book will be added to your library. Hopefully, it will be sorted out so you can find the book easily. For now, we have to do this. Thank you for your patience. ♡♡♡ xoxo, Cassandra M

Everything in the room felt suspended, neither alive nor dead, just waiting. Adrian gestured for me to sit. “What’s wrong?” Instead of answering, I reached into my purse and placed the flash drive on the table between us with a soft click. “Is there such a thing as an underground network,” I asked slowly, “where assassins take contracts?” His brows shot up. “That’s… a very specific question.” “Just answer me,” I murmured. “There is,” he finally admitted. “They call it The Circuit. It operates on the dark web. Private contracts. Hit jobs. Assassinations. The worst kind of people frequent it. But access is difficult, only a handful of fixers and coders can even reach it.”

Unleashing a cold snort, Paige Collins spun on her heel and abandoned his den. She retreated immediately to her private quarters, illuminating her personal terminal to access the exact dark network domain Jason had provided. Her fingers were forced to input multiple complex security keys and answer endless verification prompts, but ultimately, her system successfully breached the untraceable black market of the underworld. Back when Paige Collins was still completing her academy cycles, her curiosity had prompted her to log into this exact dark network once before. There were indeed all manners of unhinged, feral entities lurking within the domain—psychopaths, rogue assassins, escaped pack c

Don’t fall for it, Amelia. “What is it?” I still asked. “The Book of Darkness.” My eyes widened. My mouth parted, and he saw my reaction right away. “It was found hidden in a cave, by an excavator, who was also an anthropologist. He died before he could grab the book. He called someone who funded him, but it was a burner number, so we couldn’t trace it. I’m sure you’re aware of the legions. Zarah may have inquired about it. The master isn’t from thousands of years ago. Someone may know the book and use it for personal gain. I want you to go to New York and ask a professor who has knowledge about old books. He’s a pathfinder. His name is Calder Haynes, half-brother of Califf Stone.”

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

The other men in the room grinned vilely. Eitr was an extremely rare substance. It was amethyst and silver in it's purest form and had no odour. It was also the only known substance that could kill a Shadow. Even if I believed that the video had been faked,that the photos in the envelope had been photoshopped,there was one thing I couldn't argue with. That voice.

A common scar as a code. The document opened. It was a slender, fragmented string of money, a series of digital crumbs Rico had nearly lost his life gathering. It was a hellbook, written in the sterile language of international banking. He spent hours verifying the data, navigating the tablet's rudimentary web browser onto the dark web through a series of anonymizing relays he set up, his fingers racing with speed born of desperation. He was a mapmaker of corruption, plotting a whirlpool of bewildering size.

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

I’m sure I’ll find something about this elusive Ultima on one of the more obscure sites where the werewolf conspiracy theorists hang out. Humans come across these books and websites all the time, but they always make it off as fiction or crazy people living in a fantasy world. It suits us just fine, but that will change soon. I know it. I open the book and look at the table of contents. Far down the list, I see it: * RARE WOLVES *. That must be it.