Darkest Code Novels & Stories

One of the alpha mumbled. “What are you?” Another alpha shouted. “Me? I am a dark DAOB. Call me Dakar!” Dakar said as he coldly gazed at the four alpha. “What is that?” One of them yelled out. “Let me show you!” Dakar slyly replied. His eyes as dark as the sky gazed into their eyes, and terror took over the expression of the four alpha. “AhhhAhh.” The night became noisy with the painful cries as the four alpha's energy got drained from within them.

"I’m the Update. And you... are the Legacy-Waste." The boardroom floor opened up, and a flood of Black-Ink-Code began to pour into the Celestial-Rink, drowning the stars, the wolves, and the White Wolf alike.

No key. Desk. Papers. Pens. Still nothing. Where would Lorenzo keep something important? His eyes found the closet. He opened it. Suits. Shoes. Everything expensive. And in the back—a small safe. Built into the wall. Keypad. Kyrian's heart sank.He didn't know the code.He tried a few combinations. Nothing worked. Then he heard it. Water running.The showerIn the bathroom. No. Lorenzo wasn't at the office.He was here.Right here. The water stopped.

He looked straight up at the ragged hole in the ceiling. "I never intended to use the door, Tasha," Damian said with chilling finality. "I intended to use the real code." He pulled Tasha up to the hole, forcing her to look up into the hazy light. A cable, thick and metallic, was dropping down through the fractured concrete. "That cable is connected to a military-grade winch," Damian explained, his voice devoid of emotion. "When I trigger it, the vault's main support pillar gives way, and the ceiling collapses entirely. The entire archive goes. That is the true code. The code to destruction."

I climbed the stairs ahead of him toward the main entrance. The door was steel gray, with a panel in the middle that opened once the correct code was entered. "1969." The last two digits dragged my dirty thoughts elsewhere. I couldn't stop myself from asking why he had chosen it. "Why this special number, Mr. Sebastian?" We stepped inside. The house was even more beautiful than it appeared from the outside. The dark colors chosen for a place like this suited it perfectly. They added mystery and a dark atmosphere that I loved. "Nineteen is my birth year."

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"Make them disappear. No footage, no record. Nothing. We're going to Code Black." Code Black. Dead. Until further notice.

“Forever.” He paused. “There’s a code. Called Omega Six. It’s not a virus. It’s a logic virus. A paradox that forces an AI to question its own existence until it collapses.” “Where is it?” “In my head,” he said simply. “But I’ll only share it under one condition.” Alma’s lips tightened. “Which is?” “That you let me deploy it. Myself.” Alma stared into his eyes. For a long moment, she saw no deception. Just a tired man desperate to make peace with his sins.

Dessy said softly, “let’s go get you a killer dress. One that’ll make him lose sleep.” Jenny sniffled. “Your treat?” “Of course. I’d bankrupt myself to see you smile again.” Jenny smiled, teary-eyed. “I love you, crazy girl.” Dessy smiled back. “I love you more.” DARK DOMAIN – CODE ROOM 8 30 AM Frost hadn’t left the code room since last night. The lights were dim, only the blue glow of the monitors illuminating his face. His headphones were strapped on tightly as his fingers flew over the keyboard, hacking through restricted systems and connecting directly to satellite feeds.