Delilah Dagger Novels & Stories

If not dying, maybe suffering enough to wish for death. The plants around the Darkmoon pack are poisonous. I’m still in the middle of my decision making when I hear footsteps and a familiar scent fills the place. Delilah enters, holding an empty glass in her hand. She has taken her makeup and clothes off, now dressed in only sweats and a tank top. Even that looks nice on her. She is the type of person that will make a sack look nice, She notices me, standing clueless in the middle of the large spotless kitchen. Her eyes go from me to the things laid out on the counter and she raises a brow.

Delilah said, as she stepped out of the dungeon cave. .... ♡

Adeline's POV I opened the door and there she was. Tall. Immaculate. Beautiful in that cold, sculpted way only wolves born of power could be. Draped in a gown of silken ivory, hair cascading like molten gold, her painted lips curved in feigned sweetness. The woman, every whisper in the tribe named Vincent's chosen Luna—his fiancée. Delilah. She didn’t recognize me—of course she didn’t. To her, I was just another nameless healer, faceless and forgettable. She had no idea who I truly was, or that the girl she tormented might be my blood. That ignorance was the only advantage I had left.

What a fucking horrible joke the Moon Goddess was playing on me? I wasn't supposed to worry about the Beta's daughter. She should have been nothing more than just a pawn in my plan to take back what was rightfully mine. I hated Delilah's father as much as I hated my own and I would not back down on my revenge for all the horrible things he did to my mother. Marte whimpered as I thought of that, because he knew that we could not simply forget about Delilah's father's actions or let go of the Amethyst Pack... And he also knew how much this could hurt his mate.

After they had long gone, the same lady ran towards Delilah with a sigh as she slumped beside Delilah who was looking confused, by her dressings and beauty, Delilah could already tell she was the spoilt brat type and a rich man's daughter, she had heard them call her My Lady too. " Hey!" The lady faced Delilah. " I'll hide behind those shelves, don't you dare tell them I'm behind those shelves, okay?" With that, she brought out something like a perfume and sprayed it around her body before disappearing behind the shelves. Delilah was confused. What type of perfume didn't have a single scent? What did she just spray around her? " It's Delilah!" Devin called, almost breathlessly as he rushed t

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

Maxwell “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I asked Delilah, who was determined to capture Raymond, Alpha Farrell’s brother. Raymond had betrayed his own brother by revealing his location to the enemy. If it were up to me, I would have ended him without a second thought. But Delilah insisted on capturing him alive. She believed he could provide us with valuable information, and as much as I disagreed, I couldn’t deny her determination. She stood silently, lost in thought, her electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. She was dressed in black leather pants and a tank top, with a long orange trench coat wrapped around her waist. Her black heels added a touch of elegance, making her look bot

Could she ignore what was happening? Delilah brought out the bottle of poison from her bag, it was from the best herbal man in Ikram, it had no smell or taste and it killed in a manner of minutes. She then brought out her dagger, and then opened it up, it belonged to her husband, and before he died he gave it to her to protect herself. And to think that she will want to use it on defenceless people. She was still protecting herself though, she was protecting herself against Jamila, she was protecting their son, she would have to spill blood to save the life of their son.

His eyes filled with lust as he inched closer and closer and with each step he took forward Delilah stumbled backward. "Stop," she roared, pulling out the dagger and lifting it to the air in front of Liam. That seemed to get him to stop as he arched a brow at her. "Don't come any closer" she cried, brandishing the dagger. "Put that thing down or you hurt yourself." "You think this is a joke?" "I know its not that's why I'm not joking either." He moved quickly, so fast that one moment the hilt of the dagger was tight in her grip and the next moment he was in front of her twisting her wrists so that she dropped it in a yell of pain.