Web Detectives Novels & Stories

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

"Trust me, I didn't do it for you my dear Alpha. Caroline would skin me alive with her new powers if she found out I didn't help you at all." Searching for traces of Stratovsky is not easy for us. Because both of them can hide their wolf scent perfectly, so we can't look for traces or clues in the traditional way for werewolves. I had to enlist the help of several Pack members who worked in the police force to find Viktor and Dimitri's faces through the city's traffic CCTV. It's really inconvenient, but fortunately, now there is a face detection device that makes it easy for us to scan every CCTV video recording.

“Nothing. Not a peep.” That struck me as odd. Venom wasn't one to stay silent for long, especially in situations like this. His absence was unsettling. “While you were in custody, I had access to your laptop and checked your emails, but there was nothing from him there either,” I informed Henri, rubbing my chin in contemplation. “Maybe he hasn’t heard the news yet,” he murmured with a shrug, downplaying it. “Werewolves all around the world are in hiding, including here in New York. Nevertheless, the Pack Council has eyes and ears everywhere, so it’s less than likely that Venom hasn’t heard about the incident of your arrest or Leah’s accident,” I countered, my suspicion growing.

There had to be more data, and I figured my next step would be to bring our historian and have them conduct some more searches on the internet. Wolves have a separate internet we search, kept hidden from the public. Similar to the deep dark web, but on another level. Anyone tripping on it will instantly be shut down, being blocked from accessing anything they should not see. We know there are good hackers out there, but our hackers are better and have been able to keep us hidden longer than most would believe possible.

Darian Wolfe I slammed the car door shut, the sound ricocheting off the concrete walls of the underground parking garage. Mark, my lawyer, leaned against his black sedan, his face drawn under the flickering fluorescent lights. For days, we’d been hunting for Viper, my tech expert who vanished after that warehouse mess. Viper was more than muscle—he held the keys to cracking Hector Reyes’s accounts, the final blow to shatter that bastard’s empire. Every lead we chased crumbled to nothing.

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

He said. So I walked over to my desk on the other side of the room and I turned the computer on. I logging in and I started hacking into the dark web immediately and immediately I started looking at all different chatter that was happening. But none of it was vampires. It was all about the town that was taken out, but it was mostly werewolves talking about it. Communicating with other packs to try and find out more information. I’m searching on the web for hours without even realizing it when someone knocks on the door.

Besides, the time was perfect for a vacation, as there had been no very important investigations so far. The first week of my vacation I spend near the Cardiff Bay Wetlands Reserve, staying in the same St. David's Hotel as before, during the weekend trip with Leo. I felt really great when I got back, almost like I did before got to the 'Mad Dog' case. In the second week I even wanted to visit my mom and grandma in Penarth, but something was bothering me. After making a reservation in St. David's Hotel, I noticed that on my computer desktop there is a search engine that gives access to the Deep Web, the one that disappeared after these strange events in my apartment. I couldn't believe my eye

Except when I put the cursor in the search box, it had a drop-down list of websites I’d never heard of. I selected one titled Packhaven Truth and opened that one up. What I found floored me. I went through the other suggestions, and they all turned out to be the same or at least contain the same material. The whole lot of them were websites, forums, and discussion boards, all surrounding deep-rooted corruption.

One of them will bend, especially for the money. To their astonishment, an elite white-hat hacker responded to their request. His alias was Specter. His bio read: [“Ghost consultant” for intelligence agencies across Europe and America, helping trace terrorist communications, dismantle child trafficking networks, and neutralize cyber warfare threats. Morality is unconventional but unwavering: protect the innocent, expose the corrupt, no matter the cost.]