Delilah Blue Death Novels & Stories

I put a call through to Kylie, and he picked up almost the second I called him. “Alpha consort?” He muttered, and I sighed. I wasn't getting used to the title yet. “I need something from you, but first, how is Blue?” I asked calmly. “She's fine.” Kylie responded. “Alright.” I said. “So, can I get any case files on the death of Sasha Campbell ? Billy's mate? All I'm seeing her is that she was assassinated, and her killer was never found.” “Do you think there's a link between the two deaths?” Kylie asked.

Theme: Welcome to the Afterlife, part 3 [The skirmish of Survival]. Deliberately, I unwrapped my eyes. At first, it was obscured, but I yanked them open as I felt something cold touching my body. Standing in front of me is Lucifer's bitch, who looks like a plier with a formidable smile on her face. Besides her stood General Zod, while the three other hefty beings stood behind him, and one of them was holding a bucket, which I guessed contained the remaining water.

I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai. "A death God is nearing, we should introduce ourselves," I mumbled softly and prepared to stand. My eyes began to glow at the numerous Kasa-obake (ghosts) that were coming out of the forest. My mother perked up instantly and watched each spirit with a curious gaze. The Death God followed, its red eyes darted around the area. The dark creature had brought its mate with him and the pair approached Rai and I in deep black wispy tendrils. I told Rai to change into Grim as I changed into my black Death mist. I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me

Her fingers curled tightly in her lap, knuckles paling, as if she were holding herself together by sheer will alone. “My acolyte is dead,” she said quietly. “Her name was Iris. She was young, barely initiated. And whatever killed her didn’t leave her body intact enough for the priestesses to perform the proper rites.” The words struck harder than I expected. Death was no stranger to me, but the way her voice thinned around Iris’s name stirred something sharp and unpleasant in my chest. “She was found near the outer reaches of the Sacred Forest,” Delilah continued. Her gaze lifted to mine now, dark and unflinching. “Caspian doesn't want the pack to know. He refuses to show any weakness in fro

“She had a beautiful daughter. Daniels.” The girls cooed. “But alas,” Delilah sighed, “my soul-sister Helena was lost to me forever.” “What?” I barked, stepping toward her. “You must ask permission to speak to Mother!” Yva hissed from her mat. I ignored her. “What are you saying about my mother?” “I’m saying she’s gone, Daniels,” Delilah said, her face a mask of tragic confusion. “I thought you knew. Your mother and father... they’ve been dead for years.”

Delilah yelled as the loud music almost swallowed her high-pitched voice. “It's because it's your first time, trust me, you will be the one begging me to bring you here.” She grinned from ear to ear until her cheeks were stained red before chugging down a shot of something the bartender called Azul. Then she ordered the bottle. It was small. Not too tall. Had a slim cone-like shape with a white and blue design. The price was high, yet Delilah ordered 3 more bottles. “I'm in love with this drink, try it.” She urged, passing a bottle to me as she giggled. “All yours, bills on me.”

"Delilah is the elder's daughter for a reason—her medicine is unmatched! Today I'll administer it to our warriors myself, in front of the whole pack. Let everyone see the future of Greywolf!" Eager to flaunt his Alpha leadership. I stood at the back of the crowd, and one breath was enough. The vial had spoiled. In its current state, it was as deadly as bloodroot poison. It wouldn't cure wolfsbane fever. It would tear the wolf right out of the body. Instant death. Delilah wasn't just vicious. She was stupid. "Stop." My voice cut through the square. "That vial is poison. Anyone who drinks it dies."

Even Rowan was impressed at her flawless performance. Delilah lowered her head, then slowly raised it again. When she spoke next, her voice carried unexpected firmness. "I demand an investigation into Beta Delon's death." The hall became silent as a few elders exchanged surprised looks. But Delilah continued. "I want answers." Her voice grew stronger. "Alpha Finn is dead, Beta Delon is also dead. How many more people must die before we discover the truth?" The question struck the room hard. Many elders nodded immediately.

She was frozen by Estere's silenced weapon pointed at her. "You were spotted by a rank amateur," the Hashashin noted. "Who are you with?" "You people are nuts," Delilah flushed with panic. Nice touch, but that panic didn't reach her cold, calculating eyes. "Damn Delilah," Odette shook her head. "You need to watch more television. BBC America has this nice drama called Orphan Black where the exact same thing happened. I knew you were lying to me in twenty minutes. I was nice enough to not bring the Death Squad across the street over to deal with you. They wouldn't have cared whether I was being paranoid or whatever. They would have dragged you out and killed you on general principle. You owe

I feel compelled to be friendly to her, even though I don’t know her. “Oh, silly me.” When she laughs and sets down her bag, which looks like an old school doctor’s bag. I can’t help but think her laugh sounds like bells tinkling in the air. “My name is Delilah. I’m a special advisor to the Luna Regent and the Goddess Foundation. I was the one who pulled the poison from your system after your brother attacked you.” “Oh, well then. I, uh, I owe you my life. Thank you.” I want to bow my head, but I can’t bring myself to look away from her eyes, which seem to have changed color to a lighter shade of blue.