Icarus Deception Novels & Stories

"Don't call them yet. Look at what I'm doing." Karius shifted his gaze from the IP trace down to the main monitor where my code was running. His forest green eyes scanned the lines of strategy I was typing out. Because he was one of the sharpest defensive co-captains in the league, it only took him three seconds to realize what he was looking at. He blinked once, his stoic expression melting into pure, unadulterated awe. "This... this isn't our playbook," Karius muttered, his voice laced with sudden fascination. "You’re building a decoy."

Disbelief took over me, but Icarus didn’t stop. "She claimed you practiced dark magic. And asked if the women hadn’t noticed how you looked the night of the invasion. She said you fainted because you used all your magic and strength to cause the attack." Icarus was clearly furious now, his hands clenched, his gaze sharp almost defiant. I felt like the ground was shifting beneath my feet. Isabela hadn’t just acted deceitfully, she had tried to destroy my reputation, twisting the truth and making me the villain. And somehow, the village was believing her.

My mate. I let out a long breath. "I’ve already chosen," I whispered to the werewolf within me. Orion had lied to Ikaros for revenge—a lie that had cost me my future with him. But it was Ikaros’s fault for not trusting me, for being so volatile, so quick to anger.

A thin scar, courtesy of some theatre-quality latex and a little makeup artistry, ran from the corner of my lip to just beneath my jaw—long enough to pull attention away from the bone structure and curve recognition. I wasn't Saint anymore. Tonight, I was Crivel Carson, just another filthy rich bastard in search of flesh and fantasy. Crivel Carson was just a fabricated identity — a dark market tech investor with interests in human obedience research, performance-altering drugs, and digital surveillance trade. We walked into the hotel lobby, and her heels kept clicking softly on the polished asphalt like a countdown to damnation. She wore one of those fancy lace masks that hugged the top half

"They don't understand that the 'Handshake' is symmetrical. You can't be heard unless you’re willing to listen." ​Director Vala, the former head of the Digital Initiative, appeared at the Scriptorium doors, her face pale. She didn't come with soldiers, she came with a warning. "The Council’s old 'Project Icarus' the deep-space kinetic battery has been triggered by the Golden Signal. It’s a defensive ghost-protocol. If we don't ground the Celestial Echo, the Icarus battery will fire a beam of concentrated solar energy at the Bowery to 'neutralize the beacon.'"

"This isn't possible… Isabella, tell me it's fake!" "Felix, I… I…" Isabella was a weeping mess, unable to form a complete sentence. "Speak!" Felix roared, fury igniting in his eyes. "Tell me, have you been lying for the past two years?" "I had no choice!" Isabella finally broke down. "I love Marcus, but he's just a doctor! I wanted a better life!" "So you used me?" Felix's voice grew dangerously low. "You let me believe I was having a child, you made me, for the sake of that lie…"

That includes me trying not to breathe to loud, while I watch the scene of Isaac trying to persuade Eva unfold before me, and at the same time hoping it's a mission fail but am disappointed to discover that Eva has a weak hold on manipulation and quickly gives in to isaacs demands. “Now that Eva has agreed, I would like to believe that you have no objection after all you do get paid for this,” Isaac uttered while raising an eyebrow as if daring me to object. Both mother and son never fail to infuriate me as well as make me reconsider my career path to one of a criminal. On a serious note the thought of just standing outside Isaacs door waiting to be called in now and then is rather absurd, b

"But there are five faces one could discern to be her. Though, there is no scar on their faces." I sat up straight. "Let me see them." He walked to the table, picking up a laptop. "Come over here." I walked to him, watching the images pop up on the screen as he scrolled through them. "Not her," I said to the first image, "still not her...not her, not her." I sighed. "Wait, take it back," I asked, bending to look at the image closely. "Do you know her?" "Carmelia Banks, the linguistic director of the Brooks Company. No wonder she looked so familiar. Using a heavy load of makeup was her way of hiding the scar. That bitch!"

In the image reflected in the still waters, Cassius almost ruined Deimos. ‘I cannot let this happen.’ Then ‘I’ went to see someone and it turned out to be the now-dead oracle. ‘Do you remember the prophecy you gave me? About Anastacia who he killed?’ ‘Oh, yes! That is right!’ ‘Are you really going to rewind time?’ ‘Yes, do not sound too excited. Your time will be over soon.’ “That bitch lied to me.” I blasphemed the goddess. “My pleas, my mother’s pleas, she only listened because she wanted to use me to derail Cassius.” Because Cassius Raven was crazy enough to shake Deimos for his greed.

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "