Light Dark Net Novels & Stories

Over lunch, they chewed over that nasty ambush from before. "You're hot stuff on the dark web, Helma. Emeraldshade's got a cool thirty mil with your name on it," Cole mentioned casually. "That mess you got into? Bet it's linked to that fat bounty. I've got Jordan on it, but it's like we're hunting ghosts." Helma's gaze sharpened. "Good luck with that. Dark web's a shadow dance, IPs flipping like crazy. Sending Jordan after them is like hunting unicorns." Cole paused, his steak forgotten. "You're still into all that hacker jazz?"

After he got just the right amount for him to use when he left, he quickly left the site. He went to the illicit Dark Web where there are all illegal activities, black market where sales are illegal and drug trafficking. It's just a little wrong here, the replacement is alive, he just presses the keyboard wrong and the sun won't shine. This is how dangerous the dark website is where all the professional hackers, hired killers and assassins are. He is nervous, it has been a long time since he last visited this place and the technology is changing every day. He is not very updated and he might make a mistake, anyone can locate him.

Beneath the chaos, darknet currents surged, attempting to breach the helicopter’s avionics. Vivienne smirked coldly. She connected the Eden Brain core console, reversing the attack chain. Within three seconds, she infiltrated the offshore hidden pools of the elders. Using their own vulnerabilities, she seized control of billions in black assets. The darknet’s global bounty board updated in real time: the elders themselves were now the targets. Red nodes representing hostile factions blinked out, one after another, vanishing like a cliff collapsing. Panic spread. Wealthy players scrambled, cutting connections to escape the storm.

Stacie ended her pole dancing with a split, gaining a rousing cheer from the audience. It was a large audience that consisted more of men. Most of them were businessmen. Men of elegance and grace. El-Sol was the biggest nightclub in California and it hosts the most prominent of men with its fine services. Services like the one Stacie was rendering on the podium which was exquisitely illuminated by neon lights. Stacie gave a bow, making her brown hair cascade freely to her face. She was scantily dressed. Thin lace around her boobs. Pink-laced panties. A six-inches stiletto boots. Quite an arousing sight, alright.

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 could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi. Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green. The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons. The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here?

"Ouch, you're quite strong for a girl, you know that?" I shrug. "Whatever, let's finally find something." In the end we decide to watch, HOW TO SELL DRUGS ONLINE. With my background I know it's not the best topic, but I have to face the fact it's funny. It's like really ridiculous and stupid but so many parts where I simply kill myself laughing. Maybe this is the kind of bad humour I just need today. And thinking about how much in reality goes on in the darknet is shocking.

After cleaning my teeth and plugging my phone by the nightstand, I climb into bed with my laptop. It boots up, rather slowly, then I go straight to the browser. Ignoring the 60+ tabs I have pulled up already, I open a new one. Then, I type "The Dark Duo Blue Channels" into the search bar. I want to know who owns Crescent supermarket - because it seems like it's him the Dark Duo have a problem with - and any information on why these guys razed the place to the ground, and why they risked getting caught by getting everyone out of there first.

Back at home, my parents comforted me for a long time until the storm inside me gradually calmed. I opened my laptop and logged onto the observatory's website and social media platforms, only to find that my post had gone viral. The comment sections were flooded with reactions of shock and disbelief. "Oh my god, is that what Professor Thorne is really like?"