Deadhouse Dark Web Novels & Stories

“Alexei, Maxim has disappeared with Adalina. The motel he paid cash for is empty. Do you have any ideas where we can search for him?” “Alright, I’m on it. I’ll scour the dark web for any traces of sex trafficking in the Chicago area. Maxim likes to visit pedophile chat rooms, so maybe he’s talked about his business there. Pedophiles tend to discuss upcoming events, times, and locations in dark web chat rooms. I’ll use a search engine I created that can scan the entire dark web using keywords such as ‘Chicago’, and ‘sex trade.’ Maybe something will pop up that could lead us to Adalina.” “Don’t explain. Just fucking do it!” I can barely contain my anger.

I wanted to find whoever put that bag in her locker and snap their hands off. "Okay, here is the crazy plot twist!" Zeke shouted, slamming his palm onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot, making Ivory jump. "This individual? He is a ghost, Dan. He is one of those dark web bottom feeders. They take any job...framing kids, wiping servers, whatever as long as the crypto clears. Completely anonymous." I stopped pacing and stepped over to Zeke, loitering over his shoulder. I didn't care about the guy's resume. "I need a name, Zeke. Now."

A URL that came to me with the ease of muscle memory. The screen changed. The dark web opened. My reflection stared back faintly from the glass, eyes steady. “What kind of woman was Alessandra Vanderbilt?” The question passed through my mind without emotion. I did not frame it as grief or anger or curiosity. It was simply a fact I wanted clarified. I typed my request. “Make an existence disappear from the internet.” I added nothing else, then I waited. The response appeared almost instantly. Prodigy: “I can do it. $300.”

Walking back to the dining table, she sat down and pulled the laptop closer. She closed the standard messaging application and booted up a secure, encrypted browser on the dark web. During her years as a prominent socialite, she had attended underground parties with foreign diplomats and arms dealers. She had heard whispered conversations about a shadow network operating out of New York, a digital marketplace where problems disappeared for the right price, provided you knew the correct access codes. The browser loaded slowly on the poor cabin connection, testing her fraying patience. A black screen finally appeared, demanding a specific string of numeric codes. She typed the sequence from me

Such a big gap from my salary, I want to cry. "Do you know those top 5 Companies?" I finally asked, changing the topic "Let me see," he cupped his chin while thinking, I do not know but it has been bothering me. How come he's telling all of this to me without hesitation? "Number 5 lies my company, Gun Company. Number 4 lays the Bugaboo Company; they specialized in bombs, kinds of bombs like nuclear, missiles, and others. Three, the Vortex Company, specialized in computers, hacking, tracking. Yeah, you could say they're trolling too. Second, lays the Cyan Cascade Company, specializing in technology; robotics, transportation, machines, and many more."

Nate looks at him and sighs, “They’re on your computer, she just broke into the office,” He points to the door, which has clearly been forced, “First we knew anything was wrong was when Fi linked Seb and I. We all came here and she was still on your computer.” He sighs, “I’ll change the computer, and get the door fixed, but in the morning. We’ve got the dark web stuff mostly sorted. There are a few videos still up, but we’re getting there.” He nods and Celine looks up at him,

Which, fair, they kinda do tonight. Knox is on me in two seconds, elbow in my ribs. “You do remember I said Cursed Kings were coming to hash the deal in person, right?” I blink. “...That was tonight?” Who could blame me? Davina was begging. My name. On her lips. While she came. My fucking name. Glitch steps in front, arms crossed, face like a disappointed dad. “Care to explain why thousands just got wired to a site called Cam Girl Heaven?”

The desire in his eyes, I wondered what was running through his mind, I have never been claustrophobic but in that moment it felt like the walls were closing in on me. But as always he controlled himself, before leaving for another meeting. I joggled my head focusing on the task I should be doing, Adrian probably wasn't even thinking about me. After hours of scouring the internet, I stumbled upon a publication that was aired yesterday. It was meant to be top secret but with the help of Adrian's strong web developers, I am able to have access to some informations on the dark web. It was about a meeting with lots of loaded men and women in attendance, I wasn't able to know who was on the invit

I typed a command and opened the main directory subfolders lined the screen. ghostnet_backup infil_logs contracts surveillance My fingers moved faster than my thoughts. This was muscle memory. Something from a life I had given up on. I tunneled into the ghostnet_backup folder and found routing protocols- proxy layers strung together like wire traps, re-routing data through servers in Germany, Russia, Taiwan. The VPN stack was sophisticated but familiar. Someone had used this laptop to breach the dark web. Not just browse it. They lived in it. A text file sat at the bottom of the folder. Its name? RavenQueen.log

The number you are trying to reach has restricted your access. He had blocked me? Panic rising like bile, I wiped my nose and my tears with the back of my bruised hand. My fingers were frantic as I opened an encrypted browser and hurried directly to Nuxia’s notorious dark-web portal. I needed to see if I could plead with her, if I could beg the world's most lethal hacker to lower her price and save what was left of my company, of my reputation. But when the secure page loaded, the numeric value displayed next to my target profile was staggering.