Bierce Dark Deception Novels & Stories

From that moment, he became my father's fiercest rival in business. But this? An Alpha? “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “He’s just a businessman.” My voice faltered, the truth dawned on me. Rowan Blackwood is not human. This revelation was just another lie stacked on the countless lies I’d been living with all along.

I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over. I asked in fear Dekker- " What is that?" Dekker looked up and his face turned pale. He gulped as he stood frozen at his spot. He began to sweat as he clear his throat. I asked him once more-" Dekker? Will you tell me what is going on?" Dekker said in a panic voice-" W-we should leave" I asked -" Why? What do you look so pale? What is that thing?" Dekker lowered his tone and replied-" Gambler of Ghosts. The dark Prince and his men. He is a terror who feeds on the souls mercilessly."

A murmur broke through the ranks. “Worse?” someone whispered. Morwen smiled, thin, sharp, and deadly. “You don’t want to know.” Then she turned fully to face us. “And let this be a lesson: deception is a fire. It burns bright, yes. But it also reveals. It exposes.” Her voice dropped. “And when it does… there is no shadow deep enough to hide what it illuminates.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “Aria.” My name cut through the silence like a blade.

He gestured broadly to the broken man standing in the aisle. "Ladies and gentlemen, look at this desperate, violent man," Pierce said, his voice trembling with a masterclass in deception. "He couldn't stand the truth. He killed Jane’s father to keep him quiet, and now that the dead have spoken, he wants your pity. He’s not here to save the Foundation. He’s here to finish the job."

"Do you think I will believe what you say now? Why did you choose this evening to tell the truth, is because I discovered your deception, you are afraid of my investigation, you couldn't hide it from me any longer so you decided to admit it, right?" Shane stood dumbfounded, even though what she just said wasn't completely true, it was seven or eight parts true. Bertha looked at his face like that, she knew she had guessed right, the disgust and ridicule that appeared in her eyes became even deeper. "I don't care if you are Shane or Derek. I hate people who deceive me the most, let alone those who use death to deceive my feelings. You are too much." Shane raised his head, he tried to hold bac

“I just saved your life, Bee. A little gratitude wouldn’t hurt.” My grip tightened around my dagger. “I didn’t ask for your help.” Luciano let out a short, amused chuckle. “No, you didn’t. But you needed it.” I clenched my teeth, refusing to let him get to me. “What was that thing?” I demanded, motioning toward the lifeless body. The black smoke was starting to fade, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell that barely looked human anymore. “A shadow being,” Luciano said casually, wiping his sword on his sleeve. “They take the form of the dead and use their memories to deceive you.”

Wherever the tiny pieces landed they turned the deck to smoke as the scorched embers passed through the planks as though they were not there at all. Upon seeing the demise of their leader, the other dark-beasts scattered in terror. Beatrice’s eyes followed them and whenever her stare fell upon one of them, the bodies of these creatures would obliterate, their remains dispersed across the ship, searing wood and melting fibreglass and plastic, with small crackles and pops. Beatrice closed her eyes, and everyone below looked on with amazement as an intense, inner glow turned her exposed skin translucent, and the air around them changed with a hideous ripping sound.

Not anymore. “I’m doing it. I can’t be with her anymore.” I saw the sincerity in his hazel eyes, marvelling at how one man could be so deceptive. No trace of insincerity lingered in his eyes. He held my gaze like a man with nothing to hide but behind his sincere eyes lay a wicked heart that could contrive the most wicked of thoughts. Lucien could smile while stabbing you to death and looking like he didn’t want to hurt you at the same time.

He suddenly felt that he had been worried about the wrong group of people. “I do not know,” Abe confessed with his eyes glued on Breaker’s figure. Breaker’s eyes were no longer filled with the sinister and perverted light Abe and the others had seen when he first arrived. It was now pitch black. There was no iris or pupil or sclera. There was only darkness. His fair complexion had also turned black like the darkness of the night. There was an eerily dark aura escaping the small man’s body now. And even with his Wyvern Vision, Abe couldn’t see through that dark aura!

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.