Delilah Duck Novels & Stories

DELILAH And before you even ask, yes, I lied. I didn’t tell Jason who I really was. I didn’t mention that I was a Blackwater. I didn’t talk about my family or my house or anything that tied me to that world. The only real thing I told him was my name.... Delilah. Everything else was carefully chosen. Safe. Small truths about what I liked, what made me laugh, things that couldn’t be traced back to who I actually was. I wanted to be there at that moment with him, forget for a while.... An escape.

Archer I felt bad for Caleb when Delilah took off like that. Even though Delilah is a werewolf and knew that she’d meet her mate after she turned 18, it was obvious she wasn’t expecting him to find her first. She also wasn’t expecting for him to be so high ranked. We went into the game room and Brandon tried to cheer Caleb up, but you could tell he was running on autopilot. His mind was probably replaying his interaction with her and the things he could’ve done differently.

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, they look nice on her. 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.

answered Daemon, "but we had managed to capture her on her second attempt to kidnap Adriana. She was put in a prison designed for supernatural creatures but managed to escape." There was a clamour of noise at Daemon's last statement. "How did that happen?" questioned Declan. Delilah stood up to respond, "I can answer that question. I am Delilah, representative of the Witch's Council. Kree was indeed put in a prison designed for supernatural creatures, and she shouldn't have been able to escape."

It seemed that every moment with her revealed new depths of her abilities. Delilah moved like a tempest, sweeping her uncle off his feet. He struggled to regain control, his mind racing as he called for his mate, a powerful witch, to come to his aid. Delilah heard his desperate plea and decided to hold back. She wanted to see who this witch was, the one who had killed Farrell, her second mate. Avenging his death had become her top priority.

And stalking towards her, as though Amber was the prey was Malia's wolf. I took a step but was hauled back by Damien. My back slammed into his front and his big hand covered my mouth, muffling any screams I tried to make. ”Shh,” he whispered into my ear. Delilah was taking slow strides, her head bent down, her eyes scanning her prey, and her mouth salivating. She was growling, looking ferocious and the closer she got the more Amber's eyes widened. I saw a tear fall from her eye, she didn't know what was about to happen any more than the rest of us. Malia couldn't control her wolf.

Delilah stood outside the pack house, watching through the window as Kara and disappeared down the hallway. Her nails dug into her palms. This wasn’t over. Zarek could say whatever he wanted. He could choose Kara, defend her, carry her around like she was something precious. But Delilah had spent too many years by his side to let some weak little human steal everything she’d worked for. Not now. Not ever. She turned, disappearing into the darkness, already planning her next move. And this time, she wouldn’t fail.

Alex likes the idea. By mindlink, he calls Delilah, and when she knocks on the door and enters, she bows and shows her neck. - Alpha Alexander, Alpha Michael, how can I help? - Come in, Delilah, sit down. We need to talk to you. Delilah was a 25-year-old, beautiful, muscular woman. An extraordinary warrior who had found her mate in a young man. His mate was a baker in the pack and when he turned 18, he found out that his mate was a 20-year-old warrior. He thought she would reject him, but she was the most loving lady in the world, nothing like she appeared to be. She had a little 1-year-old pup, which her mate took care of, leaving her free time for the shifts she was scheduled to take.

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

“What is this?” “I have a story for you, Daughters,” Delilah said, sitting on a high white stool. “When I was your age, I had two best friends. We were a trio. Inseparable.” My 'Noir' persona stirred, a low growl of warning in my mind. She was lying. Every word felt like a trap. “My dearest friend was named Helena,” Delilah said, looking at me with fake affection. “She had a beautiful daughter. Daniels.”