Darkest Code Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

My muscles feel so relaxed now. It's almost 6 p.m. right now. After the therapist finally finished, I go into my room to change clothes, but the lights go off. "Shit, it's so dark. Dominic??" I call him from our room. One, twice, still nothing. The electricity shuts down. Even I can't turn the light on, and I don't know where the flashlight is. Oh. I forget I have a flashlight in my phone, though. Just when I unlock my phone, I feel a rough hand close my eyes.

Now that I know his deepest, darkest secret, I'm sure he wouldn't think twice to end me just so he could keep it for the rest of his life. Aargh! I groaned loudly, feeling frustrated at how I am still horny despite thinking about my own death in his hands. I saw him look at me through my peripheral vision but I didn't bother to glance back. To say I am embarrassed was an understatement. I'm pathetic!

Past memories taunted between us, flashes of the academy, of late nights in the library where he'd worked, of training sessions where he'd always been just a little too observant, a little too interested in my movements. "So the academy was a facade," I said, not quite making it a question. "You'd be right about that," Duke answered, clicking his tongue against the back of his mouth. And then, in a low voice that carried something genuine beneath the smugness, he told me, "It's good to see you, Jude." His eyes twinkled like he meant what he said and deep down, I knew he did. Duke, the librarian. The fucking librarian in a police academy was a Black Rose member. God, where didn't they reach?

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

"Feel the pain! Feel me! Don't look at the code!" Kaelor’s weight was a mountain, pinning Aradaa to the cold, shattered floor. The salt of Kaelor’s tears mixed with the blood on Aradaa’s face. He was the Beast, and he was the only thing keeping the God of Code from floating away into the void.

The global dark-net feed froze for three seconds. Every guard, every veteran, every barrel aligned in absolute loyalty. In the private space beneath the table, Alexander’s pathologically restrained frenzy became his strength. The world outside became irrelevant. The Lazarus heir and his queen ruled completely. Three hundred meters beneath Manhattan, a lead-lined bunker flickered in cold light. A hidden elder typed a thirty-six-character red code. “Conventional termination failed. Initiate Damocles.” Seven kilometers below the sea, the mother cell’s green glow leapt violently.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.