Galactic Dark Net Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

now, we would be back in their hands two perfected weapons in a lab, stripped of the only thing that made us real: our choice. "The back door, Dax!" I looked at the wreckage of the drone. It was still there, a glitching pile of carbon fiber. "When I hit the overload, I didn't just fry the drone. I fried the connection to the server. If we can reach the center of the 'glitch,' we can crash the entire system from the inside." "And go where?" Dax asked, his eyes wide. "To the dark-web servers," I said. "The only place they can't track us. We don't wake up in Zurich. We upload ourselves into the network. We become the real Ghosts."

Kael felt the transition not as a movement, but as a flaying. Leaving the reinforced server banks of the fortress was like stepping out of a bunker and into a hurricane of glass shards. The 'Dead-Net' wasn't a clean digital space; it was a graveyard of five centuries of corrupted data, jagged logic-loops, and the wailing echoes of every wolf the 14-B Ledger had ever formatted. He compressed his consciousness into a single, high-velocity silver packet. He tore through the Northern relay-towers, his digital edges smoking as he hit the friction of the Council’s high-frequency dampeners.

"The power is all there. But the Operational Metadata, the encryption keys, the usage patterns, the communal identity logs is being mirrored." "Mirroring to where?" I asked, watching the ghostly pulses of data vanishing into the digital void. "That’s the problem," Declan interjected, appearing on the screen from the RHC Security Center in London. "It’s not being sent to a server. It’s being 'Broadcasted' into the quantum background. Someone has figured out how to use the Helios-2 mesh as a global, untraceable, and unblockable dark-web." The Rise of the "Free-Thinkers"

“You know how to handle something this heavy?” Eli sat down in the new chair and started typing. “I’ll figure it out. Just show me the encryption keys.” Lena leaned over his shoulder. “Here. This one gives you ghost access to most underground networks. This one routes everything through dummy servers in three different countries. Don’t get sloppy.” Eli’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “This is incredible. The speed is insane. I could crack most banks with this setup.” Cove watched them work. “Good. Because you’re going to need it.”

All the light, all the heat, and all the energy of the galaxy was being funneled into a single, luxurious world at the center of the cage, the High-Audit-World. ​"It’s the Directorate’s dream realized," Julian whispered, his face pale with a mix of disgust and awe. "A world where the 0.01 percent have everything, and the rest of the galaxy lives in a perpetual twilight. They’ve turned an entire galaxy into a 'Premium-Tier' subscription." ​The Vane’s Legacy II slammed into the "Mirror-Chrome" cage. ​The impact sent a shockwave through the "Null-Link" that was felt back on Earth. Kaelen felt the collective anger of every Gutter-born rebel who had ever lived flowing through his veins. He wasn't