Deadhouse Dark Web Novels & Stories

While David was planning his next move in his room, inside a luxurious manor in Capital City, Zachary was busy typing in a special web address on the computer in his room. He wasted a lot of effort to get that address. Moreover, he could only use it for one day, after which, this address would be invalid. After entering the website, he posted a message. “A 500 million bounty to assassinate a peak Tiger Ranker. Location: Capital City in Somerland.” After he posted that, Zachary waited quietly. The special website he entered was on the dark web, an underground side of the Internet. There were all kinds of shameful transactions going on here. They were all sorts of assassinations or kidnappings

He could not waste his focus on lousy matters like that anymore. He thought for a long while, and he came to his study. He turned on the computer and logged into the dark web through a special username and password. It was a worldwide underground website with all sorts of morally gray transactions. He could purchase nuclear weapons through the website and make all sorts of other deals. The users of the website had billion-dollar net worths, or they were superior to an Ambience level cultivator. Ordinary people could not have access to the website. Wilbur started to scroll once he logged into the dark web.

He reposted a tweet about AI replacing humans with the caption “Scary but kinda dope ngl.” Jesus, take the wheel. I dug deeper. F******k was a graveyard. Last active 2017. Thank God. That would’ve broken my spirit. But then came the fun stuff. Dark web handle: "VaultVane92" Ohhh, bingo, baby. He’d been active on at least three encrypted forums, most of them used coded lingo, but I recognized the layout. This wasn’t crypto talk. This was buyers’ lounge shit. Escort purchases. Party drug listings. Under-the-table weapon inquiries.

This seemingly ordinary business family had a hidden history, a deeper connection to his world that was now intertwined with his enemies. Just then, a new message from Elara flashed on his screen. "Jack, I've found something else. The communication between David and the Crimson Fangs, and the payment to Geo-Synthetics... they weren't direct. They were all routed through a single, encrypted, dark-web platform. It's like a marketplace for illegal services. They call it 'The Night Market.' I can't breach its security, it's unlike anything I've ever seen. But I was able to trace the server's physical region. It’s based somewhere near Zurich, Switzerland."

That's why he began preparing for such a day. Lydia still lives at home with them, meaning they had plenty of chances to make their move Father Hart made a fairly new friend 6 months ago. The psychotic fellow worked on secret human experiments, developing and testing many of his strange poisons. Father Hart and Lydia's old bodyguards trafficked victims and sold victims to the mad doctor. He was a dangerous man, wanted in the country and abroad. On the dark web, he was known as 'The Doctor.' The dark web was a hidden site primarily used by assassins, killers, hunters, and many influential people who just wanted a certain job done in the shadows.

My head instantly begins to ache again, but I focus and piece the cypher together one letter at a time. After almost an hour of working on the puzzle, it finally breaks, and The Domain accepts my entry. “Yes!” I pump my fist in the air before pulling the laptop closer and diving into he Doman’s section of the dark web. I immediately head for the various chat rooms. If someone here knows where I can find the Domain, and in conjunction, the wolf souls, they’ll be in the chat rooms. Even underground illegal websites will have some sort of monitor or manager watching, so I keep quiet as I look through the chats. No need for me to get spotted before I need to. I’m here for one reason, and fooling

And now, they’re mine. I take a moment to breathe. The silence in the room is heavy, but I know I can’t afford to get lost in it. Not now. The computer terminal is still functional. I plug into the network, accessing the regular internet, the Dark Web, and the Deep Web. Control’s encrypted systems come online, and I scan for any new information. The screen flickers for a moment, then a report catches my eye. “Dust Bowl, Arizona: Reports of paranormal activity spike again. A second Hellgate breach suspected.”

"Every time a node goes offline for maintenance, a piece of our history stutters. We aren't a pack anymore, Elara—we're a Buffer." The message from the hacktivist group, known only as The Root-Seekers, pulsed with a beckoning, lime-green frequency. > "CLOUD LIVES ARE RENTED. BODIES ARE OWNED. WE HAVE THE 'SHELL-FORGE'. FOLLOW THE HANDSHAKE." The Handshake: The Deep-Web Tunnel To reach the Root-Seekers, the Spire had to dive. They left the bright, commercial layers of the Macro-Net—the social feeds and streaming platforms—and descended into the Encrypted Deep.

It occurs to me that there might be a dark or parallel web for werewolves, just like there are for illicit activities. It takes most of the afternoon, but eventually I figure out that I can d******d a special browser to access the dark web, and before long I’ve dived deep into the annals of werewolf society. Here I find a very different image of the perfect businessman touted in the human media (Don’t even get me started on how bizarre it is to discover that there really is a sprawling werewolf society thriving in the shadows of my own).

He’s looking for a way to find me, to pin me down before I can strike. I pause, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. I have my bait. I begin to craft a high-end, minimalist advertisement. I use a deep-web domain I’ve kept in reserve, styling the interface with the clinical, cold elegance of a boutique intelligence firm. I name it Aegis-Locate. The tagline is simple, written in a font that suggests absolute authority: "We find anyone, anywhere. Even the dead."