Darkest Code Novels & Stories

General Richards asked, his hand resting on the butt of his pistol, his eyes scanning the red shadows. "It's worse," Stark whispered, clutching his chest. "It's the code. The Americans... they didn't just cut the connection. They sent a worm. A self-replicating virus. It just ate the operating system of the entire national grid. It’s gone. Everything is gone." I stared at the blank screens. Dexter hadn't just frozen the money. He had turned off the lights. Stage Two is initiating. "You can't eat gold," Everyone had said. Now Dexter was ensuring we couldn't see the gold, either.

I asked. "Nothing," he wheezed. "I know nothing." "Then you're not useful to us. Hector?" Hector punched him in the stomach again. "I told you, I don't know anything about the darkness." "Then tell me where The Grange's main base is." "I can't do that." Hector pulled his fist back. I held up my hand to stop him. My hand touched his knee, and I pulled a bit of his energy. "Oh, Kira, you do like me." His pants tented as his erection stiffened.

Silver. The grey substance burned through my skin in painful stings. The substance was one only true hunters could make. A devilish mix of silver and lowly concentrated promethium. The sickening scent also indicated the presence of Aconitum lycoctonum grown under the moonlight, commonly known as monkshood, the devil's helmet or Wolf's bane. Daniel Matthews' eyes were glued on me as the skin affected by the poison healed. I should have known that he knew. The way he had looked at me before. His eyes had held only one thing, disgust.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

I said and picked up the radio Dark was holding. "We're in front of the door with MR on it." I said. "Code number 6." she said so Dark immediately entered the code, it immediately opened so we immediately went inside. I breathed a sigh of relief as we entered. I looked around and frowned to see what was in front of us. "What's this?" I asked while looking ahead. "I don't know either." Dark said while looking to the front. I walked to approach them. The surroundings are wide, it is as wide as the Moonlight parking lot, but it has shelves and on this shelf there are placed circles that glow, in this circle there are pictures coming out.

It was unlike any other opulent room I'd seen or read about in the billionaires' stories. A dark hue adorned the room. Black paint covers all furniture and curtains. A shelf on one side featured a variety of tools, each with a menacing and jagged appearance. I shuddered when I saw the soiled spanking bench with its old and ominous leather surface. The room's purpose was to intimidate and exert dominance. It dawned on me that the chamber was not just a regular space, but one intended to instill dread and control. When I realized how real everything was, a deep terror overcame me, leaving me gasping for air and itching to escape.

I noticed Dimitri was fuming, it was small, but I had seen it when he dealt with my father. “Alright boys,” Darius finally said, “We know you are lying, just come out of with the truth and we can make you a good deal to fix your mistakes. If you don’t, well, your Lord has some nice ways to make you say the truth that you wouldn’t like.” The man on the far left laughed, “Don’t call us boys! And for the last time we are not-” In the speed of light Dimitri got of his chair and put his fangs in the man’s neck, only a couple of seconds later the human fell to the ground, lifeless.

"The core is linked to the Hive via a sub-space frequency. If we try to cut the signal, the Weaver will detect the drop and initiate the 'Scorched Earth' protocol immediately." "Then we don't cut it," Elias said, his eyes fixed on a stream of complex, violet-edged code. "We 'infect' it. We’re going to use the Vance Resurgence’s 'Shadow Code'—a programming language that doesn't follow standard logic. To the Weaver, it will look like background noise, but it will be a parasite, eating the AI’s certainty from the inside out." "Shadow Code?" Kenji Treslow asked, watching from the periphery. "I’ve never heard of it."

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.