Dark Web Stories Novels & Stories

Ash scratched his head and flew between screens faster than any of their eyes could pick up, but he seemed to know what he was doing. “Recently a buddy of mine happened upon a chat room which appeared to be a form of communication on the dark web for hunters. On this, we have been hearing chatter relating to possible attacks and past attacks on packs.” Ash finally froze on a dark screen. “Now getting into the server isn’t easy so we log in for a few minutes every couple of days, long enough to d******d the chatter of the last twenty-four hours and get off undetected, but after you called me I was going through some of it and I came across something that interested me.”

I go through the company database on the wereweb, to see who has coders and then I can go from there. The wereweb is kind of like the darkweb, you need to know how to get there, but once there it’s the same as the normal internet, just meant for the wolf/Lycan community. There's the vampweb, faeweb, superweb etc. As cool as superweb sounds it is literally just where all species can converge and interact together. The only interesting places to go there are the chats though, lots of drama, don’t need a telenovela when you have access to that site! The biggest difference is the fact that, as far as I am aware, there is very little in the way of iniquitous intentions on there.

"There is a good news. I have a lead on where to find him but it might be difficult as we have to log into dark web." The first thing that came into Kris's mind was a HUGE NO. Dark web is the most dangerous part of internet. All top class hackers, serial killers and bad guys are there. One mistake and your life turns into hell.

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

The merchant immediately reassured her system, “The elite figures who execute transactions across my terminal do not represent ordinary wolves. If my identity operated as a basic liar, my business would have collapsed long before completing twenty continuous winters within this dark network.” Paige Collins paused her movements to subject the timeline to a brief phase of calculation before her intellect authorised total agreement. After all, this was the identical underworld dealer Evelyn had successfully navigated transactions with two decades ago. The absolute data confirming he was still operating his trade space convinced her mind that he must be a man of his word. Otherwise, his biologic

That statement would do no good to the current situation. "The dark web is part of the internet that isn't visible to search engines and requires the use of an anonymizing browser to be accessed. It's almost impossible to trace user activities or information which makes It a hotbed for criminal activities. It's common knowledge among the higher-ups." "If you want to kill a man, this is your haven to get it done anonymously, swiftly, and without evidence. Want legit information that isn't available to the public? Buying the strangest and most illegal items? Have a request that is too disturbing to be said in normal or even abnormal circumstances? It's all here." She explained, arranging the f

Ansel stared at the laptop screen. Connor had successfully access the dark web, so Ansel was able to look at some of the underground sites. He felt sick to his stomach when he found a site that had women and children for sale. "Sick bastards," he murmured under his breath, but Connor heard him. "Agreed," he said. "These poor children don't stand a chance with these depraved assholes preying on them." "Can't we report this to the FBI?" Ansel asked.

I continue. “So you didn’t take part in the urban hunt?” He asks. “No, because you don’t know if it’s real or not. urban legends should never be investigated... it’s too risky.” I add. My dad’s colleague nodded and ended the interview. He then stands up and pulls together the paperwork. He walks to the door and leaves the room. I sit quietly in the interview room. My dad then walks in. “Dad! I’m so sorry I know I always listen to you and I know I’ve messed up big time.” I cried as I stood up.

I did a little more research on the computer, as the dark web for werewolves is meant to be updated all the time by Alpha's, and I was searching for anything I could find and writing it all down. Jackson was never writing anything on the dark web, but I was writing everything in a notebook. Everything that we had been doing during this war. Everything that happened before it and everything to do with the Hunters. I was planning on adding everything to the dark web when the Hunters are finally all killed and it is safe to do so.

“All we want to do is maintain peace and order, and worms like you just have to go upsetting that balance. But we’re not going to allow it to happen. The population is happy here, and you won’t be the reason something like that falls apart.” He shoved me up against the concrete again. “I’ll give you one more chance,” he growled. “Tell us about everything you know concerning the dark web. Who’s setting it up? And who is behind that criminal organization? Comply, and you might get off with just jail time.” “I can’t tell you what I don’t know,” I said. He slammed me against the wall, and my head thudded dully. The last thing I remember was a waft of his scent, like beached seaweed on a hot day.