Delilah Blue Death Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV "This is CNN Breaking News: Senator Alexander Harrington's daughter, Delilah Harrington, is alive tonight after a terrifying attack on the George Washington Parkway left her SUV hanging dangerously close to the edge of the Potomac bridge. Authorities say the twenty-two-year-old Yale graduate was chased by armed men before taking control of the vehicle herself and managing to stop it from crashing into the river below. Police are investigating the incident as a possible assassination attempt, while many are calling her survival nothing short of a miracle."

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Rhino asked and then Pedro, who was putting on a sky blue shirt that was almost covered completely by his black coat rose up from his seat. Taking off his dark shades that obscured his face he started speaking. “He speaks the truth. The Blue-death is aware of project Armageddon and that's the real reason he killed Kingpin and he isn't planning on stopping there," he said then reached for the inside pocket of his coat and brought out an envelope and inside the envelope were horrifying pictures of corpses with mutilated body parts. “What's this?" Rhino looked disgusted and horrified. Elijah took over from where his friend Pedro stopped. “Hand work of the blue-death, Marcel. I was lucky to walk

She was going to die here and she wasn't ready yet…there was still so much she wanted to do. Liam picked up the syringe and the vial from the table and smiled at her. His eyes never left hers as he inserted the syringe into the vial and pulled. Delilah watched fear gripping her as the liquid entered the syringe. It was actually going to happen; she was going to die here, no one could save her now. This was the cliamx of her pitiful existence. "You can't kill your mate, it's a sin to the goddess" Delilah said the fear in her voice, evident her breathing now ragged.

Delilah said as she began to stab her again and ended up murdering her with ten stabs in the neck, heart and abdomen “Sorry dear, you caused your own death you just had to snoop into matters that don’t concern you” Delilah says to corpse that layed in front of her as she strokes her hair and cheeks softly She then stands up and begins to pull gracious using her legs and then shoves her into a trash bag “Where am I gonna dispose this bitch body ” Delilah says to herself play fully as she put gracious into her car and drives away to a location far from her house and dumps the dead body there

“I—he—he doesn’t even see me! And that—Delilah! She’s laughing like she owns him! I'm going to fucking kill her.” Delilah had lied. Liar. Liar. Liar.. “Keep your hands off her,” I said in a deadly tone. “You’re on your knees in this game, Cheryse. Don’t forget it.” Fuck Jon rules. Caleb dies tonight.

Delilah said, inching her way toward the guard. She used her foot to push him, and nothing. She did this several times until the smoke came from under the guard’s body. Delilah moved back and watched the guard’s body slowly disintegrate before them until nothing was left but bone. “What the hell!” Carla exclaimed. The fear in her eyes was palpable and matched the same in Delilah. She had never seen something like this before. Death, sure, but this was something else entirely. They all exchanged glances as the stench of death surrounded them, and the plight of escaping was no more.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."