Delilah Blue Death Novels & Stories

It's an expression that screams, 'I've lost someone essential to me; somebody I'll never be able to replace. Diana's beloved cousin, Delilah, was killed when their university place of refuge was invaded and reduced to rubble, so I believed it was also about her. "Would you want to talk about something?" I inquired. "My cousin had her neck slashed," she murmured something. I shuddered as horrific vision raced through my thoughts, but I didn't interrupt her. "I'm wondering whether we'll ever discover a treatment that works for her. I mean, if her neck was pulled out and she reverted to human form, wouldn't she die again? This time massive blood deficit?"

He told her. She nodded and walked away at his command. ^^^^ Delilah’s POV It felt great to see the work again, I stared outside the plane window, I took a deep breath with a smile. I placed my hand on my thighs. I could feel the dagger on my left thigh and a gun on my right thigh. I wasn’t taking chances. ‘Delilah died once but not this Delilah!.’ I thought with a frown. “Hi beautiful!.” The lady beside me said.

“He has my kid. How can I go against him? He will kill my baby. I ...” A tense silence stretched between us as Delilah muttered under her breath, talking to herself. I almost jumped when she grasped my legs and looked up, pleading piteously. “I am begging you, Candice. Only you can help me in this vast world.” ... I didn’t know what Delilah meant when she begged me, as before I could gather more information, she lost consciousness. Her limp body fell to the ground like a tree in a storm. “God! This is amazing!”

Like me, they’d had nightmares about our parents’ deaths, about the deaths of those we were closest to in the pack. ‘We need to keep moving.’ I linked to them. Delilah sniffled as she nodded, rubbing away the tears from her forest-green eyes, the same eyes of our father. It was hard to look at her face and not see our parents. She had dad’s eyes, but like me, she resembled our mother with dark hair, a heart-shaped face, and full lips. She was still in her green party dress from the attack. It was dirty and torn in spots.

The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked. "Oh, ignore them, Sapphira. They're just salty because Irina has been bossing them around all week." Beta Declan's mate, Kate, tucked her arm through Sapphira's and led her over to the mini-bar. Kate had her short black hair spiked up, and she had kohled around her dark eyes. Her leather jacket was worn and faded in places, her boots scuffed and dirty. Sapphira couldn't imagine her at a parents' evening with Torin.

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

I knew him better than he knew himself. There is a reason he is called the Devil. He knows well how to play that victim role and keep to his good name. I heaved, holding back the harsh words I was about to say to him. "Your mother approached me today at your father’s death anniversary. Do you know what she first said to me for someone who should be mourning…? I bit the tip of my lips to hold back the tears that were itching to fall. "There is no need to listen to anything that she says; don’t pay attention to them."

After all, once someone was dead, they would view everything with complete indifference. Delilah kneeled in front of our parents' graves for a whole week. It wasn't until the eighth day that she finally opened her parched lips, looking completely dead in the eyes as she barely mustered enough strength to speak. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to accompany you all in the afterlife to make things right. I'll also apologize to Bennett." Having said that, she walked toward the edge of the cliff as if she were only an empty shell of a person. She gazed at the distant horizon for a long while, and then, without a trace of hesitation or longing for this world, she stepped forward and fell.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"