Delilah Dagger Novels & Stories

She groaned as her feet hit the floor, her face twisting in pain, but she stood up. She looked at me with a new kind of respect the kind that only exists between killers. "I need a bigger knife," she said. I felt a ghost of a smile on my face. "I think we can find you something a bit more effective than a knife." **** I walked back to the main foyer. Delia was standing by the stairs, her eyes wide as she saw me coming out with my gear on. When she saw Alexa limping along behind me, guarded by Luca, she gasped.

Oriel’s eyes were following her movement. “I’m honestly sorry to do this. You and your brother were my friends for a while, but you’re demons and I must finish the job. I know you understand. And I know that you’d rather have me kill you than anyone else.” Delilah said and bent down to kiss his head before dragging the knife down to his lower back and bringing out his spine, before cutting off his head. She handed the head and spine to the officers and took the knife. “Just in case.” She had said.

Blood arced through the air. The remaining two collapsed, clutching wrists with severed tendons, howling on the ground. Five seconds. Maybe less. The smile froze on Delilah's face. She staggered back a step, then another. Her elite warriors. Useless. I walked toward her with the bloody dagger in my hand. I was about to teach this woman a lesson she'd never forget when a sharp, bitter smell of burning herbs hit my nose. Delilah blinked. Then realization hit, and she broke into hysterical laughter.

She could kill him without hesitation, just like she’d killed Elijah Wolfe. Marco took a deliberate step closer, his grip firm on the chainsaw. "Anything else?" Before Gino could stammer out another excuse, the door creaked open. Delilah stood there, a tray of food balanced in her hands. Her auburn curls were neatly pinned back, and she wore a casual knee-length dress that complemented her sharp features. Her gaze froze on the scene before her—Marco towering over a kneeling Gino, a roaring chainsaw in his hands.

When Ruby saw her staring at her, she felt discomfort and tried to cover up what she had exposed but there was no way she could. "You don't need to cover anything. You have already exposed it while coming here so it's nothing special. We are both girls and I am not interested in my gender. Before I thought you and Hera are the same but now I think you two are different. The two of you are different in your approach towards men. Disgusting." "Who are you?" "I am Gab Willy's sister, Delilah Williams." She introduced herself. "Delilah...? The famous actress that...you? Hold on, but what are you doing here? The two of you are related? But how?" Ruby was surprised. How did she miss out on this im

Her heart pounding faster as she realised how easy it had been to joke with Damon. Almost too easy. “Oh come on.” Delilah was still there. Her lips in a mocking smirk now. “Queen Helena is dead. If she were alive, she would be what? Over a hundred years old? There’s no possibility of you ever serving her.” “Silver moon scum.” The woman bursted. “How would you know?! My lady took me in when I was a child. Kept me by her side everywhere! Even when she went back to Black Shifter pack. I was the only one who went with her!”

Zoe shook her head. ‘Livia?’ I furrowed my brow, the name sounding familiar. ‘Dean’s mate. The one that’s the little sister of Nebrodi’s Delta.’ Henrik filled in the blank. “I find it as unbelievable as you, but Delilah believes she isn’t lying. I didn’t ask what methods she used to torture her, but this is a hormonal Delilah in the protective mode of a mate she can’t mark for months.” A female that I assumed was Luna Katrina sighed.

Spencer's POV The moment I realize who Delilah is fighting, a cold shiver of realization runs down my spine. It all makes sense now–the royal deception, the chaos that’s been plaguing this entire day, the endless destruction wrought about the dungeon. My blood runs cold as I watch the familiar wolf dig his claws into Delilah’s flank, pulling up tufts of her jet black fur and tossing them about the dungeon floor. Delilah is currently locked in vicious, unrelenting combat with Captain McAndrews.

Fiona says in a terrorized tone. Fiona then spots a lady coming down the basement stairs, “Who are you miss?, please help me. Delilah comes down and stroked Fiona’s hair as the child’s leg was chained to a chair, she wasn’t going to let this girl escape as her last victim attempted before, no not this time, she had planned well She thought… “My name is Delilah, and am your father’s former PA, and sweetie you are?, Delilah developed a cunning smirk on her face as she spoke to the young girl.

I feel compelled to be friendly to her, even though I don’t know her. “Oh, silly me.” When she laughs and sets down her bag, which looks like an old school doctor’s bag. I can’t help but think her laugh sounds like bells tinkling in the air. “My name is Delilah. I’m a special advisor to the Luna Regent and the Goddess Foundation. I was the one who pulled the poison from your system after your brother attacked you.” “Oh, well then. I, uh, I owe you my life. Thank you.” I want to bow my head, but I can’t bring myself to look away from her eyes, which seem to have changed color to a lighter shade of blue.