Mystery Web Novels & Stories

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

I found a loophole in the Wi-Fi security of the mansion and that made it easy for me to achieve the goal that would have taken days. I was able to connect to the WIFI and my device ID was invisible from his end. The first thing I did on the internet was to check out California news and see how my landlord and the tenants were murdered but there was nothing. Not even the local news recorded anything. I was beginning to doubt if the pictures given to me were photoshopped and nothing ever happened. Why would he lie? I used several keywords to try and get out the news I want but there was nothing. The last thing I could do was to contact a friend on the dark web who lived in California but I'd n

Her left eyebrow arched upwards. “Who’s the new one?” “It doesn’t matter to you. Let’s deal with what I came here for.” “As you wish, pretty one.” She smiled while I pulled the list from my pocket and passed it over the table. She hummed again. “We have all you need except the moonstone, it’s very rare to find one these days you know. I know a place though, I haven't been there but I hear it’s quite dangerous.” “Tell me,” She smiled mischievously.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

My face was turned away, but anyone who knew me would know. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “They’re calling you ‘the mystery woman,’” Lisa said, breathless. “You’ve gone viral.” I stared at the screen. “How did this even happen?” “No clue. But that’s not even the big part. Go check Mason’s I*******m.” My small drop twisted in my stomach. I opened his profile, unsure what I was hoping to find. A brand-new post. Just a moody, black-and-white shot of him in the studio.

I fall on her exhausted untied her from the bedpost and her arms fall and sag beside her. Cassidy It's been almost five hours since I tapped into the dark web. I've never seen so much that makes me want to cringe and vomit. Being mafia this shit should bother me but it does. I've been scoloing around, then I suddenly come across something interesting. Bingo. “I've found something you guys might want to see.” They all patter into the room like ninjas. “What have you found, Cas, please say it's worth our time?” Orlando says.

Joseph, Austin, Sandra, and even myself would lose something if the truth ever came out, and despite knowing exactly how much damage this could cause, somehow it still hasn't been enough to make me walk away. Across the city, Marcus Webb studies a growing collection of reports spread across his desk while the private investigator sits opposite him flipping through documents, and the longer Marcus looks at the evidence, the more convinced he becomes that something unusual is happening. The problem is that unusual and illegal are not the same thing. Neither are unusual and scandalous. "There are too many coincidences," Marcus says while tapping a photograph against the desk, and curiosity shar

There was a stack of inpatient forms I needed to enter into the system, but even that passed all too quickly. I wasn’t at all surprised when the human search engines provided me with zilch. Lunar was the Werewolf equivalent to G****e and had the most information on our kind than any other website. There was a large part of me that believed I’d never figure out the secrets of my past, which is why I was so shell-shocked when Lunar managed to drum up one single result. Even though the article’s title had nothing to do with Evelyn Langley, I stared at the screen for several seconds before working up the courage to click the link.

On another, access logs flickered with irregular entries, as if ghosts were walking through his system. “Unauthorized access attempts from internal IPs,” the tech said, swallowing hard. “It’s… strange. Whoever’s behind it knows your architecture too well.” “Not ‘whoever,’” Alex said, eyes narrowing. “He.” The word carried weight, finality. The technician didn’t ask who he meant. Everyone in the upper ranks of Knight Enterprises knew there was a ghost in their system — a name no one dared say aloud but everyone feared. Sebastian Brooks. Alex turned away from the screens, crossing to the glass wall that overlooked the city. His reflection stared back at him — sharp suit, steady gaze — the imag