Darkest Code Novels & Stories

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.

He was about to speak again but stopped before he could say anything when the sudden sound of their radio, connected to Team B at MON, filled the air, and one of Dark's men currently stationed there spoke. "Code 10-33." "Code 10-33." (A/N: Code 10-33 means Emergency in Police 10 codes. You can g****e it if you want~ hehe.) Dark leaned closer to the radio and responded. "What happened?" His cold, expressionless voice echoed in return, causing those with him to shudder.

He felt his own life force, his very heat, being pulled out of him in rhythmic gulps. He didn't pull away. He shoved himself closer, his chest heaving against Aradaa’s. "Take it... take it all, you beautiful bastard," Kaelor gasped. Aradaa moaned against Kaelor’s skin, a sound of raw, animalistic satisfaction. The golden light in his veins began to churn, turning into something darker, hotter. The "Bone-Code"—the last remnants of his digital existence—finally shattered. Kaelor could almost hear it, a mental sound like breaking glass.

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.

He howled in pain as the knife cut from his collarbone down to his abdomen, making the blood gush out like a waterfall forming a thick pool of bright red liquid around him. The guy just shook his head, mumbling 'I don't know' several times, trying to ignore the pain and the amount of blood he was losing. But he couldn't. The torture his body was experiencing was like nothing before. He knew the moment he was caught sneaking inside the forbidden territory, that his life would turn hell, and if the Alpha is merciful enough, he'll kill him and end his constant misery of pure torment. In the corner of the dark dungeon, there was the so-called alpha of the pack, or more correctly, the Alpha King

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.