Dark Web Stories Novels & Stories

They were smart to keep it under wraps for many years but Ashley—who was able to touch that ‘part’ of society all thanks to Nexus from her past life—knew that such a track record was impossible in today’s politicians. Remembering the man whom she remembered from her past life, she logged into her another account and entered the dark web. She only knew of this way all thanks to Nexus. There was a site in the dark web wherein anonymous people could hire anonymous people as well with hefty amount in the shortest possible time. People could also request certain top ‘not-anonymous’ people in this site if and only if people knew of their code names—of course the amount was thrice the asking price

Godvric mumbled and kept track of all the bidders. The dark web is a website where only the black market frequenters and the underworld members were allowed to bid for something important and dangerous including weapons and Nikes... All they have to do is organize an auction as a Decoy to the outside world, to keep them from finding out about their little dangerous business... "Let them bid... Only bid when there's a painting of a river and a peach tree up for bidding.. that's our target..." Xavier simply said and sipped his wine quietly..

Harley sat in her luxurious apartment, the glow of her computer screen casting an eerie light across her face. Her manicured fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as she waited for her contact to respond. The dark web was a dangerous place, but she had always prided herself on being one step ahead of everyone else. After all, it had been her careful planning that had led to Elona’s disappearance. The screen flickered, and a message appeared in the encrypted chat room. "Your target and her children have been extracted. My advice: do not contact me again. This is the last message you’ll receive."

He said. So I walked over to my desk on the other side of the room and I turned the computer on. I logging in and I started hacking into the dark web immediately and immediately I started looking at all different chatter that was happening. But none of it was vampires. It was all about the town that was taken out, but it was mostly werewolves talking about it. Communicating with other packs to try and find out more information. I’m searching on the web for hours without even realizing it when someone knocks on the door.

The red screen vanished, replaced by the dark, high-tier interface of an underground rogue trading network. The Crescent Ledger. If your wolf can hunt it, we can buy it. I let out a dry, breathy laugh at the ridiculous tagline. Every dark-web pack market thought it was legendary. I scrolled past four listings for illegally harvested silver-root and a stolen alpha-line lineage seal, looking for the quick exit button. I was bored. I only used the Ledger to track border movements, not to shop. But before I could close the browser, the wolf-head icon in the top corner of my screen began flashing a vivid, aggressive violet.

Mom shared the Brooklyn memory she rarely touched the moment she pinned Irina and realized rage felt empty when it finally had a face. I listened. I’m twenty-four now. Cybersecurity lead for the network’s African hub in Abuja. I’ve never held a vial, never faced down a half-sister with a knife. My wars are digital tracing crypto trails, shutting down dark-web marketplaces, feeding intel to field teams who still do the wet work. But I grew up on these stories. They’re in my blood the way the swarm never was. When the stories ran out, silence settled. Comfortable. Heavy but not crushing.

He needed more of her and this time she wouldn’t leave until he had soaked her in his seed and bathed in her blood. Bernard heaved a frustrated sigh and reached for the cell phone in his pocket. He swiped across the screen and quickly located the app that he was looking for. In it he typed a message. He loved the app it enabled him to post anonymously. He was getting tired of waiting for someone to find her. Since his people seemed to constantly fail him he would have his contact put an add out on the darkweb. He wanted her back no matter the cost and he would do whatever it took to get her. He wore a satisfied smirk after he posted the message. He knew it wouldn’t be long before her name w

He only continued to smile while following behind Anderson. After a few hours drive, Anderson finally arrived home. It was an extremely large condo. Their job was extremely dangerous, thus it paid extremely well. This time for example, they were entitled to twenty per cent of the funds they had hacked and withdrawn from the corrupt politician to be split among themselves. That was 5% of over three hundred million pounds. They made sure they lived the most comfortable lives since neither knew when they would die. Anderson walked into the house with Suit following closely behind.

I asked “Well, we did a thorough background research on you, and with are sources we got everything we needed to know, name, status, under world whatever, etc. and you’re a big shot, now, Enrique and I have been doing freelance research and investigation on the dark web, but we’ve found that, it’s really not lucrative, so…” “So?” I asked patiently “We submitted our portfolios and we hope you would use us as your personal researchers, or private investigators whatever you call it”

She didn't like thinking what that could mean for their friendship. “Hey someone has hacked into the system. I couldn't catch the code to d******d the file itself, because it was wiped out and the computer that was used, fried almost immediately. The only people that work just as fast is me are a dark web group overseas. They contract themselves, to really bad people helping them stay under the radar and move their money around the world. What the fuck is going on how deep does this thing go? We need to get Essence and the rest of them before we get attacked and put everyone in danger.” Martrice said looking at his computer.