Delilah Dagger Novels & Stories

Delilah. Eyes dark enough to conjure demons. Claws sank deeply into my flesh. My blood stained her skin, slipping down her arm. Beside her was a small box. More like a coffin. In her right hand was a shiny silver dagger that sparkled under the glow of the moon. “Your heart will be in there after I carve it from your chest.” Chills broke from my spine. My stomach tightened in fear. I could still feel the pain from her claws on my skin.

he retorts, though a flicker of uncertainty dances behind his eyes. With a surge of power, Delilah leaped outward, separating herself from Visenya’s being. With a graceful yet forceful arc, she descended upon Mordecai, wreathed in flames that danced and crackled around her fur. Her eyes blazed like twin infernos, while her fangs gleamed like molten steel in the flickering light. She hovered menacingly over Mordecai, a silent but potent threat. With every snarl, she exuded an aura of danger, her very presence demanding respect and obedience.

Felix's interest was piqued. Truth be told, he didn't know much about his nine fellow apprentices. For instance, Averill had her own assassin organization, and Delilah was none other than the famous singer, Dreamscape. "Oh? Really? Then, tell me all about it." Noah opened his mouth as if to speak but suddenly seemed to think better of it. He shook his head vigorously.

Right into my fucking kneecaps. That was the thing about Delilah. She’s never been innocent. She’s just sober now. And sobriety, for her, comes with a little regret. She's chaotic, loyal, and when she has had just enough liquor in her bloodstream, she stops questioning anything. She’d follow me off a cliff if I said it led to a better view. When I brought the hammer to her earlier today, she blinked once and asked, “Are you trying to call in sick to work tomorrow?”

The torchlight caught the silver insignia on his chest—the mark of Finn Nightclaw’s second-in-command. And his future executioner. “She’s gone,” Delon said. “Banished beyond the border at dawn.” Delilah smiled. “Of course i know about that!.” She crossed the chamber slowly, skirts whispering against the stone floor, and stopped before him. Delon’s hand slid instinctively to her waist, fingers familiar, possessive. They had shared this room for years. Even when Finn mourned imagined betrayals. While the pack praised loyalty, honor and while the Moon Goddess watched in silence.

His fists clenched until his knuckles whitened, his eyes flashing a dangerous red. But the image rose in his mind again—Delilah, his beloved mate. The way her blood poured from the wound in her chest, staining everything. He had tried to save her with his Lycan blood, but it was useless. The poison had been too strong. Lucas had wielded the dagger of Concocus, a blade forged by a witch so powerful its venom could kill even the strongest immortals. The blade had belonged to their father, locked away for centuries. Somehow, Lucas had stolen it, and used it to tear Delilah from Damien’s arms.

Arthur leaned in and whispered in my ear. “She must be that old hag’s ex-wife.” I shook my head slowly. “Nope, uncle’s mate is dead. She must be his hidden foe!” The breeze lifted Delilah’s curly hair, revealing a faded, burned imprint on her forehead. My stomach flipped as I noticed a red cross identical to the attacker on her face. Utter flabbergasted, I pointed my finger at her. “That mark … she is connected to the murders in the kingdom, uncle!”

I called him over to dig into this. Find out more— anything at all about Dahlia Rhodes. He lets out a deep breath and looks. “There’s nothing on her. No history, just a name and all social accounts are on private,” “She just unveiled, Soren. What were you hoping to find?” Knox says as he settles into a chair beside me. I lean back into my chair. “That's Delilah,” I all but say. There's a pause. “I'm not arguing it,” Knox admits.

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.

I could only stay in his embrace as I felt no strength, though I couldn't help chuckling coolly, "What, do you still want my heartblood? I'm sorry, but I'm useless now. My chest is riddled with holes and I can no longer save your beloved." That was when he caressed my cheek, a lethal tenderness just like the dagger in my chest on our wedding night. "Or what, you want to consummate now?" I snorted. "Are you really that disgusting, Cain?" He kept his eyes fixed on me as if he didn't understand my words, his gaze only turning more determined. He then raised his hand, and the dagger that almost took my life materialized. It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bron