Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

His back was a bit hunched, his vitality replaced by weariness. Back then, my mother remarked, "If they hadn't torn each other apart, his success wouldn't have been any less than your dad's. Your aunt and cousins would still be living in luxury. Sadly, they mistook bitterness for strength and hurt themselves in the process. What was the point?" I suddenly remembered Derrick mentioning "self-destruction" last night. I couldn't quite recall the exact words, but it was something like, "Smart women know better than to engage in pointless fights. It benefits no one."

“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.

“We bribed the security guard when he went out to get something. Gave him fifty bucks and a pack of cigarettes.” I let out a low laugh, shaking my head. “Finally, something to burn the humiliation away.” Without hesitation, I grabbed the first glass, some kind of cocktail that burned its way down my throat but felt like relief. I finished it and poured another. The buzz hit quickly. I could already feel it softening the edges of my embarrassment, numbing the sting that Mr Hale’s rejection had left behind. I leaned against the counter, trying to disappear into the music when someone’s shadow blocked the light.

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.

“Who said you don’t have beast? We are born with it. It’s just sleeping inside you. Call for him. Draw in is strength.” Aluxious’ lashes flickered. I can’t die. His heart raced again. Beast…I need you. He never had to try this before because the training never hurt this bad. Beast… Nothing happened. His breath heaved. Beast…I need your strength. His heart slowed, growing weaker by the second. Bea… The next time Aluxious blinked his eyes open, he was still in the same position. The shroud of darkness lifted from his gaze and he could see clearly through the dark. His heart banged against his ribs.

I guess he was entering on his second trimester because his morning sickness was almost gone. It was the end of the month that we were invited at the mansion for the Engagement of his older cousin Beau. Lucas and Lucia consider Beau as an older brother because they were close to him and he was an only child. The three of them were living together with their grandparents since high school, because their parents work hard. Beau was nice to me, but I was still scared of him, especially when he puts on his cold demeanor, it was hard to gain his trust for his little brother he was even scarier then Grandpa Lander.

“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.

He was right there, captivating my brain and putting vile thoughts in my mind like a poisonous snake. Yet, I couldn’t help but think about how he might not be as atrocious as he pretend to be. But, looks could be deceptive and I think that I don’t want to discover about the reality that this guy seems to be hiding under his sleeves. The truth might wave its way out and reveal itself and I don’t want to fall into yet another dark hole when I just escaped one of doom. It might be sooner than I expect and I don’t want that revelation.