Delilah Dagger Novels & Stories

The fleet of cars paraded out, with the fiercest of gaze in their expressions at their mission to search for the rebellious Prince and the guard who betrayed the throne. … Delilah heard the entirety of everything that had been announced from inside. She knew they would suspect her; thus, she carefully hid a small phone which couldn’t be hacked into or traced. This was what she used to converse with Javier and Lannister. “Hello, Javier.” As the Princess wore her maroon dress, she uttered those words. Plaiting her long red hair, Delilah applied some lip ointment at her vampiric lips, which were always dry.

Because right beside them, stood the woman who I had been thinking about all night. Delilah. She stood slightly apart, hands folded neatly before her, dressed in ceremonial silver that glimmered softly in the half-light, similar to the dresses her two priestesses wore behind her. Her hair was braided back, adorned with silver hairpins that caught the faint glow of the waking sky. She looked calm. Too peaceful. Something dark twisted violently in my chest. My gaze locked onto her before I could stop it, my expression hardening as a thousand unspoken words surged to the surface. I had waited for her. I had humiliated myself by waiting for her again.

Delilah's anger flew off the hook and she put of anger, she got her tortire whip and gave him five painful slash on the arm. "You're mistaken, Thane." She chuckled dryly, rolling her eyes at Thane who groaned in utmost pain. "I had always wanted to kill Gill, his wife and especially Aiden. He killed my son and I also want to make him grieve his own son too." She bent to his level, raising his chin to look at her. "You puppet, why do you think I didn't object to your words when you came to seek my help on killing your brother?" Thane widened his brows, realisation dawning on him. He thought he was using Delilah but turns out he was being used too, UNKNOWINGLY!

Delilah was the most feared witch in the world and the head of the most lethal assassination gang in the world. She possessed a variety of spells and was united with a great deal of black power. Both of them flew into the air as Yennefer lunged for Delilah and hurled devastating spells at the black witch. Yennefer was thrown far away by Delilah and struck a rock with great force. She remained still. Then Delilah summoned vines from the ground, all of them rapidly coming at me. Diego went ahead of me, blocking and using a spell to protect me from any injury, but the vines struck him in the chest instead. He was bleeding heavily, his blood seeping into the ground and onto the old tree that was

I went back to resting on my knees. "Hard...callused from repetitive weapons practice. Short nails. She's very fit," the Team Lead kept up the examination. "I apologize Ishara. She's a soldier." "Let her go," I commanded. The A****n only paused for a moment before cutting her bonds. Delilah moved cautiously as she moved to a cross-legged position. "You don't have to answer me, but I'd appreciate some honesty. You're English. Would that make you MI-5, or MI-6?" It wasn't as huge a leap as it looked. Who could Mom trust?

To try and play to my own benefit because I knew that she would be willing to stand… and when she stood, she was going to be the one person to put every one in place. “About time,” Delilah said, stepping out from the darkness like she belonged in the shadows. Her voice was smooth, with the kind of sweetness that made men mistake honey for poison. She smiled at me, her green eyes, so much like her mother’s, glinting beneath the low light of the study. “I did not expect to see you spending this much time allowing anyone to talk back out to you or even argue with you. Even the idea of someone questioning your decisions was not one that I had in mind.” I studied her for a moment. Dressed in blac

Carla growled. The guard laughed at Carla. “You have no weight here, Princess. I can do whatever I want with this filthy creature.” Delilah focused on her breathing as the guard moved closer to her. The chopstick was behind him, so she had a limited number of things she could use to protect herself. She backed against the wall and used it to stand up. “My daughter is going to kill you for laying a hand on me,” Delilah said. “Really,” the guard said with disbelief. “Last I heard, your daughter is gone. Only the wolf remains in that body.”

With trembling fingers, she lifted the lid. Minutes later, she stepped back out into the hall, transformed. The long red gown hugged her curves perfectly, the high slit running dangerously up her thigh. The sleeveless cut revealed just enough of her cleavage to make her look both daring and elegant. She looked like something out of a dream, magic stitched into every seam of the dress. When she descended the stairs, Ymir gasped, pressing a hand to her lips. “Oh, my. You look… otherworldly.” Before Delilah could thank her, Death moved silently behind her. His sudden attack came without warning. Instinct took over….Delilah twisted quickly, lifting the hem of her gown to free her legs as she dod

she tried to pounce on him. He caught her, his grip on her shoulders tightened, he tossed her back to Maldive with a force that left her breathless. Maldive caught her in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. Delilah's eyes dilated in fright as she felt a sharp pain pierce her stomach, like a knife twisting deep into her flesh. She gasped, her mouth opening in a silent scream, as she realized with horror that Maldive had stabbed her. The room began to spin, and her vision blurred, as she felt her strength fading away.

Is he really from the same womb that held my mother? His gaze flickers to Caspian, barely standing, still bleeding. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You might want to say your goodbyes, Delilah.” His voice is taunting, laced with venom. “That dagger was silver. Your mate won’t last long.” A growl rips through Aries, deep and threatening. My hands clench into fists. “You don’t care, do you?” My voice shakes with fury. “Theo is dead.”