Deadhouse Dark Web Novels & Stories

His voice was annoying, anyway. Before we leave, I pick up Chuck’s cell phone and open up a tab in the Dark Web’s app for message boards. Right on top of the list is a message board for the Marching Tides, which requires a password to access it but—of course—Chuck saved the password in his keychain. Idiot.

Harley sat in her luxurious apartment, the glow of her computer screen casting an eerie light across her face. Her manicured fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as she waited for her contact to respond. The dark web was a dangerous place, but she had always prided herself on being one step ahead of everyone else. After all, it had been her careful planning that had led to Elona’s disappearance. The screen flickered, and a message appeared in the encrypted chat room. "Your target and her children have been extracted. My advice: do not contact me again. This is the last message you’ll receive."

"What the hell is a dark web? And what the hell is this S rank, only dead, wanted poster with my name and face on it?" Ezra, Aldus, and Vincent all looked at each other. And then, Vincent and Ezra both looked at Aldus. It was apparent that Aldus would be the person most familiar with the current subject. He took a deep breath and turned to Austin. "Sir… You can think of the dark web as the other side of a coin, with the coin being the Internet. It's the part of the Internet hidden underneath what light could normally touch, meaning that ordinary folks hardly have access to it. As you may have guessed, the dark web is used for all sorts of… nefarious purposes."

Family matters can wait. "What is the situation now?" He asked his assistant, Joey, who had been waiting for him outside the house. "We found the source of the news and it's pointing to a dark website," the assistant replied. "However, we don't have the main address of the person behind it, it was leading us to several other places, including Hudson's headquarters." "Darkweb? What dark web?" Mr Hudson asked impatiently, wanting to get to the bottom of the issue as soon as possible and deal with the person targeting his company.

"You have to believe me. Someone used my credentials." "The logs don't lie, Isabella," Dr. Hayes snapped. "And neither does the dark web. Our entire future has been auctioned off to the highest bidder under your name." The heavy glass doors at the main entrance hissed open. A sudden silence washed over the room, the kind of stillness that usually preceded a natural disaster. The rhythmic whir of a motorized wheelchair echoed against the marble floors. Vito.

I wonder how clogged up the cheap hotels will be if the big hotel don't have more rooms. There aren't any cab around as the dark clouds swirling above and threatening to drown everyone and everything have forced the people to retire early. We have to find somewhere and soon as I'm too tired to keep walking. He glances at my tired frame but doesn't say a word. “What do you have?” Lucas says as we walk into the hotel. Please, have something. I silently wail. “We have a room left.” Lucas blinks. “Just a room?” The receptionist looks guilty. “I'm sorry.”

When she saw my Gamma waiting at the alley’s entrance, she lit up, running over to greet him. “Wow, this leather jacket and chains are badass—I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something like this.” Dorian gave her a polite nod. “I was trying to blend in.” “Well, it suits you.” I cleared my throat loudly, cutting off their conversation. I never liked it when Evelyn focused too much on another man, even if it was Dorian. “Get back to the mission,” I said coldly. “Yes, Alpha,” Dorian responded immediately. “I found information on the Deep Web. This nightclub sells what we are looking for, but they’re not like the pot or LSD that you can easily get from a bartender. You have to prove you hav

Reina continued, "Well, when a human dies, his soul travels to the underworld. That much we know. However, a darkling's soul doesn't do the same. It appears to vanish out of thin air. What if it doesn't vanish at all? Instead, Moros collects it and uses it to strengthen himself. Daemons feast on spirits, but of course, souls from the underworld are off-limits as they all belong to Hades. That’s the only logical assumption." "It can't be," gasped Noah. "What's wrong, Noah?" worried Maura. "I know what he's trying to do," replied Noah. "Care to enlighten?" scoffed Erika. "Remember how we planned to save Elpis before? We gathered the darkness and sins among mankind to open a portal to Tartarus

I have lived in a world where my father and brother kept me clueless about the dark side of it. Now I understood why. “So they just meet their customer and go back to a hotel or such thing?” the girl, Sara, shook her head once again. “Nah, this club hires prostitutes, there are many rooms right there where the two left, specific for them and whoever they bring with. It’s a win-win for both parts.” This is a house of prostitution? Could this be the reason Damon came all the way from wherever he was to Xander’s house to tell him that his father owns a house of prostitution?

he called out. May walked in, stood aside, and replied, “James.” “Do you know that the top ten assassins were dispatched?” May nodded. There was a dark web that existed in the underworld. One a few people had access to the dark web. She had entered the dark web and already knew about the news. She was about to tell James, but he had already learned of it. May said seriously, “The top ten assassins are not weaker than me.” “What are you ranked?”