Galactic Dark Net Novels & Stories

Dammit! She’s getting on my nerves. That fucking Gala Night is a threat. With the chaotic situation in the land, the enemies might take that event as a chance because that is the time when werewolves and other creatures gather in one place. I punched the steering wheel out of frustration. This situation is fucking getting worse. Daxton should work fast, but he’s too smitten with that girl. Shit, I know he’s not that stupid. He must have surely planned something.

Detailed. Extensive. Patient Name: Kyrian Volkov Date of Birth: [REDACTED] Diagnosis: Hyper-Sensitivity Pheromone Disorder (HSPD) Date of Diagnosis: Age 15 Severity: Class 4 (Extreme) Lorenzo scrolled through pages of medical reports: Hospital admissions for pheromone shock Emergency treatments after Alpha exposure Detailed medication schedules Risk assessments Prognosis: "Patient will require lifelong management. Exposure to Enigma-grade pheromones not recommended. Potential for fatal reaction."

"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."

Tell her who Haven really was and how her and Derek actually met. Outside of us four and the cops, no one else would know. As far as anyone else was concerned, Haven was just a mutual friend. Mick told me that they’d already been able to steal back almost $26 million of the ransom. Yeah ... it was all totally illegal, but it’s not like Haven could complain to anyone about it. We were talking about posting a reward on the darknet for information on the whereabouts of Haven and her brother, but we hadn’t made any decisions.

"I know that's why I am saying that someone is hiding them... It shouldn't be so difficult to find them..." Mila sighed. "May be I could do something..." Mila looked at me. "She must have went to hospital atleast once in her lifetime and now a days health checkups are soo common..." "So?" Mila asked. "I have contacts with global health agencies... What I need is Dimitrov's DNA... We'll see if we can find someone who matches with his...." Chances are very low. They can easily miss out that person but what's the problem in trying. "But don't tell Vlad... I don't want to raise his hopes..." "Leave it to me..." Mila assured.

What a useless bunch. When the screen lit up, I’m in a daze. The date, it says that it's just April 12, 2012, it should be 2053! Wait, maybe it isn’t updated. Yeah, who would have an updated phone – that hit me, there should be no one using smartphones these days, the monsters in the gate have this ability to disrupt the frequency and lead those gadgets to explode… who would dare to – what shocked me the most is, there’s still a signal! I frantically dropped down the gadget. Fuck, that demon! He might track me! Nathan has this hobby of acting like a human, deceiving my comrades, and fucking annihilate all of the camps. This shitty situation is so frustrating!

The Dark Nebula was not a cluster of stars; it was a cosmic graveyard. The Eclipse slipped smoothly out of slipspace, its obsidian hull reflecting the eerie, ambient glow of the Sanguine Court’s capital planet, Tenebris. There was no sun here. The massive world was illuminated entirely by three fractured, blood-red moons and the sprawling, luminescent gothic megacities that covered its surface like a metallic infection. Towering spires of black iron and crimson glass pierced the upper atmosphere, looking like jagged needles trying to stitch the dark sky together.

Unleashing a cold snort, Paige Collins spun on her heel and abandoned his den. She retreated immediately to her private quarters, illuminating her personal terminal to access the exact dark network domain Jason had provided. Her fingers were forced to input multiple complex security keys and answer endless verification prompts, but ultimately, her system successfully breached the untraceable black market of the underworld. Back when Paige Collins was still completing her academy cycles, her curiosity had prompted her to log into this exact dark network once before. There were indeed all manners of unhinged, feral entities lurking within the domain—psychopaths, rogue assassins, escaped pack c

in the dark. In the deep-void, the Union discovered that "Nothingness" was a lie. The space between clusters was filled with "Dark-Matter-Filaments"—invisible rivers of potential that the Curators had never been able to "Catalog" because they were too fluid. The Union, with their "Dissonant-Resonance," found that they could "Graft" their bronze-wood to these filaments. They began to build the Void-Orchard, a series of massive, free-floating stations that acted as "Waypoints" for the long journey across the abyss.

Everything in the room felt suspended, neither alive nor dead, just waiting. Adrian gestured for me to sit. “What’s wrong?” Instead of answering, I reached into my purse and placed the flash drive on the table between us with a soft click. “Is there such a thing as an underground network,” I asked slowly, “where assassins take contracts?” His brows shot up. “That’s… a very specific question.” “Just answer me,” I murmured. “There is,” he finally admitted. “They call it The Circuit. It operates on the dark web. Private contracts. Hit jobs. Assassinations. The worst kind of people frequent it. But access is difficult, only a handful of fixers and coders can even reach it.”