Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

“I never sold drugs, Gabriel… I never did. Ethan wiped my accounts and cheated on me with some woman… and I just, I didn’t have a choice.” “So because your ex cheated on you, you thought it was okay to accept a fucking contract to deceive me?” My voice cracks, a low growl escaping as I take another step toward her. My body is vibrating with rage. “Is that your excuse, Gloria? That I’m just a pawn in your pathetic little game of survival?” Her face pales, and I see her eyes shimmer with pain, but I don’t care. “Was it all a lie?” I push, my voice breaking. “Every fucking thing we shared? Was it just an act to make sure I fell for you, so you could secure your contract? Was it all fake from th

The tires screech as we tear through the streets, racing toward whatever horror is waiting for us. And the sinking feeling in my gut tells me— We might already be too late. As we near the penthouse, the city lights blur around us. Then— An explosion. A bright, fiery burst ignites the night sky. My breath catches. The penthouse. Engulfed in flames. And in that moment, I realize— Elias wasn’t just playing games. He was sending a message.

“Because tonight, shadows converge… and there’s nowhere for you to hide.” The tension exploded in an instant. Operatives lunged from the shadows, weapons raised, moving with lethal precision. Damian and Amaya reacted immediately, moving as one. Damian’s strength, skill, and agility were unmatched, but Amaya was no longer a bystander—she moved with purpose, defending herself, intercepting attacks, and mirroring his actions with surprising finesse.

Then his warm breath ghosted over the back of my neck, sending violent shivers racing down my spine. “I guess I interrupted your sweet little night with my father,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Is that why you’re dressed like this? You smell absolutely lovely, Mother… like a whore ready to be fucked.” I refused to turn. My heart hammered so violently I was sure he could hear it. Fear, anger, and a traitorous pulse of arousal warred inside me, making my thighs clench beneath the thin red robe. “Turn around, Evelise,” he ordered softly.

Just simple, manageable Luna responsibilities. But even those simple tasks felt different now. I noticed it first during a pack meeting about border security. One of the younger wolves was giving a report, and halfway through, I suddenly understood he was lying. Not through any obvious tell, not through pack bonds or Guardian instincts, but through something darker. I recognized the lie because I understood deception in a way I hadn’t before. The darkness inside me knew how to manipulate, deceive, and twist truth into whatever shape served its purpose. And that knowledge bled into my consciousness whether I wanted it or not.

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

He patted the back of Colton's hand and asked coldly, "What do you mean by this, Rebecca?" Rebecca stared at Evan with a bright smile, but her eyes were cold. "What do I mean? It means exactly what I said. Evan, I bet you weren't aware that I poisoned you. Even if you manage to survive it, you'll go crazy gradually and suffer from illusions. After that, you'll become a complete nutcase!" Rebecca's voice broke, but her smile became wider. Evan trembled as he questioned sternly, "What do you stand to gain from this, Rebecca?!"

Pushing it open, I was greeted by a sight that would be seared into my mind forever. Sebastian was clutching at his shoulder where a deep wound had blood spilling all down his arm, Narcissa holding a black dagger over her head. Gus wiggled on the altar behind her, covered in the entrails as the Blood Moon rose above him. Black gates in the sky, holding back a horde of daemons and a Black Wolf the size of a mountain with red eyes. He was real, the Deceiver was real, and the malice he carried with him blanketed the air like a miasma.

“Deception travels, like a blackening swarm of ravenous flies, landing on the innocent, infecting them, changing them. Coloring them, these innocents, with the sins of those who deceived first.” They were walking now, his arm guiding her down the hall toward the room lit only by flickering flame. A waiting cavern of dark wood and leather couches. Past the paintings of Saint Sebastian the Deceiver. He of the torso that reminded her of cold white marble and the sad eyes and chubby ankles. She blinked, the hall, the paintings, the crystal chandelier glowing on the ceiling of the large room they were entering, blurring for the quickest of moments. “You have lied,” he said again.

"I will not tolerate lies or deception. The truth will be revealed, and those who have concealed it shall face the consequences." The maids shifted uneasily, their breaths shallow and their hearts racing. The room became a pressure cooker of apprehension, as the alpha's words lingered ominously in the air. Adrien stood at the precipice of discovery, his resolve unwavering, prepared to confront the darkness that had infiltrated their midst.