Mystery Web Novels & Stories

I said, "Maybe, but that's risky. What if the people who took Aisling see it and get angry? What if they hurt her or kill her?" Hazel said, "Maybe we should go to the psychic. The one who claims to have visions of missing people." I said, "Maybe, but that's crazy. How do we know she's not a fraud? What if she tells us something that's not true?" Cleo said, "Maybe we should go to the dark web. The place where all the secrets and crimes are hidden. Maybe we'll find some clues or contacts there." I said, "Maybe, but that's dangerous. How do we know what we're getting into? What if we get caught or hacked or infected?"

The screen flickered and the page loaded slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. The website was a labyrinth of cryptic messages and jumbled code, but I persevered, clicking through various links and forums until I stumbled upon a thread that caught my eye. The post was titled "Missing Persons," and the author claimed to have insider knowledge on a number of unsolved cases.

It's worked for one year without issue. But three months ago, something shifted. Late-night texts angled away from him. Unexplained absences. A cologne that isn't his clinging to her clothes. Damian doesn't ignore patterns. Patterns reveal truth. Six weeks ago, he made a call. His assistant's voice crackles through the intercom. "Mr. Cross, your four-thirty is here." "Send him in." Marcus Webb enters—former NYPD detective, now one of New York's most discreet private investigators. He closes the door and sets a manila envelope on the desk.

Author's Pov On the twenty-seventh floor of the office, the lights were dim. Only the glow from the computer monitor lit the room. Alexandro sat behind the mahogany desk, his face cold under the screen's glare. Marco stood beside him, tablet in hand, face tense as usual. The monitor displayed a dark web site. A page that ordinary people couldn't access. A page that could only be entered through a special network. A page that sold human lives like merchandise.

I go through the company database on the wereweb, to see who has coders and then I can go from there. The wereweb is kind of like the darkweb, you need to know how to get there, but once there it’s the same as the normal internet, just meant for the wolf/Lycan community. There's the vampweb, faeweb, superweb etc. As cool as superweb sounds it is literally just where all species can converge and interact together. The only interesting places to go there are the chats though, lots of drama, don’t need a telenovela when you have access to that site! The biggest difference is the fact that, as far as I am aware, there is very little in the way of iniquitous intentions on there.

With that ,Mom felt at ease and was glad. I excused myself and went inside my room. I logged in to the internet and chatted my personal assistant till around 1:00am . I later laid on my bed and doze off. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^°°° KENNETH BLACK point of view I had called to pick my marketer up today and realised my heart beats in a really strange way whenever she calls me love . I also heard she is in an arranged marriage and doesn't love her husband so am thinking of confessing my feelings to her today. My secretary had told me to jump at this opportunity and make good use of it but the hell I don't know how to.

I flipped it open and carried it onto the bed disregarding my stomachs protests …my digestive system apparently got bored and wanted to join in. A defiant act against the pervasive secrecy of the mansion the glowing screen felt like a portal. After taking a deep breath I typed my first prohibited search term into the search bar: The Crimson Order. I then cracked my knuckles like a seasoned hacker or a frustrated novelist. A dizzying array of results appeared instantly from the internet a glorious chaotic beast. The majority were pixelated fuzzy images speculative theories and forum discussions. The crackpot conspiracy websites were tempting but I needed facts not fan fiction about extraterre

— MW I stared at the screen, the coffee shop noise fading into a dull roar. Marcus Webb wasn’t just coming for the money anymore. He was coming for blood.

Which is entirely mystery. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to browse the chat box. Regardless of what bullshit the game is made of or even if it was a God or a otherworldly being—he simply don’t give a fuck. Companies like this were just a fucking show-off. He browse for more and saw another news regarding the so called ‘Mysterious Game Arc of SHION revelation' even the headline sounds so cliché to him and simply watched it for another rant.

me : she is missing miya : WHAT me : yeah she is missing she kept a note in home and left everyone miya : why you're feeling suspicious me : the things I noticed made me to feel suspicious miya : what are they me : first thing there is not even a single clue about her she dont know anyone other than her friends so its impossible for her to hide everything perfectly second thing she can leave hand written note but she left a printed note third thing she was about to meet a accident before incident of missing but no one knows about it same day she gone missing fourth thing the whole day's CCTV footage is deleted perfectly I checked a nearby house's footage at the night 12am she left somewhere