Darkest Code Novels & Stories

POV: Damon Cross The glass walls of his office reflected the midnight skyline. Jagged, glittering, untouchable. To anyone outside, he looked the part of a man who had everything: the empire, the influence, the control. Inside, he was staring at code. Not just any code. Her code. ShadowByte. The name had been whispered across cybersecurity forums for years, always with the same sharp edge of awe and frustration. Untouchable. Precise. Ruthless when paid to be. But what made Damon linger over her work wasn’t just the mastery. It was the pattern underneath.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

or die trying. "Your app has the new tracking info. I'll send everything I can find on Vadym ASAP," Cody promised. "Thanks, kid," Hans said and hung up. Dimitri and Tatiana were still watching him as he opened the tracking app on his phone. The screen filled with the intimidating graphic of a black widow spider crawling across the screen, and then he was prompted for a password. Once he was in, he saw the tracking profile label, "Russian Bastard." No doubt Cody's idea. He tapped on the profile, and a map appeared. A red dot was slowly moving away from the club on a series of streets. Hans held up his phone.

There are no windows, as we wind up a few flights of stairs, the bright lights hurting my eyes. “Hey, ah, Tove?” Dax says uncomfortably as we walk down yet another hallway that looks just like the rest, with cream painted walls and wooden floors. “Yeah?” “You can trust me. I want to help you," he admits. I avoid his gaze. “Got it.”

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

The shards rattled as I shoved the frame open and slipped inside. The room was empty. Exactly what I needed. I cracked the door, peeked out, and slipped into the hall. ~~~~~ Darius and Rowan descended a staircase that ended at a sealed gate. Darius punched in a code, pressed his face to a scanner, and the lock hissed open. Inside, a group of Alphas waited. “I bring you the great sponsor of our project,” Darius announced. “Alpha Rowan.” Gasps and applause filled the chamber. “As we all know, most of us here share the same goal. To bring the legendary Dark down.”

Tomaso wanted to see if I’d lie. The tracker is still in the car, which is why I asked Dante to meet me here instead of going to meet him. No one would suspect a thing if I’m at the right place, waiting for Gabriella’s classes to be over. “Kai says the moment you swap them, the original one goes dead and this one takes over,” Dante says in an easy drawl. Every day, I thank my luck for having someone like Kai as a member of the team. His skill and expertise are unmatched. But he’s more than just a team member. He’s a brother, and he was also just a stray kid like me.

she said. “No,” Echo replied. “I set myself free.” She looked behind him. At the smoldering throne. “At what cost?” “Whatever it took.” He offered his hand. She took it. ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — DEADLOCK ROOM — 3:01 A.M. Lorenzo sat alone in the old Deadlock vault. The lights flickered once. Backup power had died. The world was no longer running on code. It was running on memory. He held a cracked display screen in his lap.

Dante asked Lancelot who's playing with his dagger. "I will use a different strategy. She fed on her fans' energy, right? Then I will destroy her image, and when she's all weak and starving, I will kill her." He grinned confidently and the others were hesitant but at the moment, they knew Lancelot was the best hunter to send to Gresha. They just hope that he won't be defeated by his own cockiness. To start with his task, Lancelot purposely changed his appearance to make himself look like an average man. He disguised himself with an ugly wig and a pair of reading glasses. He created a fake identity and infiltrated Gresha's company. He applied as a janitor and quietly observed.

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen