Delilah Duck Novels & Stories

Udal narrowed his eyes while bearing the pain of Hwata squeezing his arm as he asked, "Do you know me, girl?" "Yes, my lord!" Delilah's eyes lit up with excitement. "My name is Delilah Gosling, heiress to the Calebton Gosling clan and its junior chief. I've been hearing tales of Caleb's exploits here in Middleton City, and it really is him! He's an old friend and coming from the same town as him, I'm as excited as I am honored!" Blinking her pretty eyes at Udal, she pressed, "My lord, will you do me the honor of joining me for a few drinks?"

Silence prevails once more and then… Delilah chuckles from the other end and Carl is confused by the laughter “What’s wrong, what’s funny? He raised one of his eyebrows and asked Delilah in a confused voice “Well, you behave like you are some sort of superhero, but you are not you not even close to one, and you know why?, Well because you are more useless than a de*d snail， And sorry to burst your little bubble but I have your daughter and I kidnapped her under your own nose…”

But the four new students looked worried, including Sera. As humans, they were taught early when you bled, it was usually associated with pain. I hopped down from the stage and came to stand in the center of the room. "Delilah, please step forward." She was small in stature, probably under five feet. Snow and I had found her a few weeks ago, hiding under a bridge in Rock Springs, Wyoming. Her knees quaked as she came forward.

“You look terrific, son.” I smiled. “Thanks, Mom. You have to say that.” She shrugged and looked back at the kids. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she said. For a few minutes, we just stood there, watching the kids run and play, squealing in delight and laughing. I heard the door opening and turned, my mouth dropping open slightly before I pulled it closed, clenching my jaw. Delilah stood there in the floor-length purple gown with a plunging neckline, her hair was partly up but fell in well-placed curls around her face. She blushed under my gaze and I smiled at that, happy I could make her feel that way.

Deli was hell-bent on killing my best friend. She was relentless in her assault, and I felt firsthand why she was considered the most dangerous demon assassin to walk the earth. She was also the infamous Delilah, the ancient wife of Samson, and the reason he ended up dead. Herodias' annoying commentary filled me in on this tidbit as we fought for her entertainment. I had tried to talk Mrs. Deli out of her trance, but she was too far gone to return to her senses.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

Nothing was working. Delilah stood at the center of the platform, holding up a small vial of glaring red liquid. "This is a miracle cure I formulated myself. It will heal wolfsbane fever instantly!" That was a discarded prototype I'd thrown out three years ago. To secure her position as the future Luna, Delilah was claiming my failed work as her own without a flicker of shame. Logan watched her, swelling with pride. "Delilah is the elder's daughter for a reason—her medicine is unmatched! Today I'll administer it to our warriors myself, in front of the whole pack. Let everyone see the future of Greywolf!"

She needed her strength and she knew it was going to be a long night and long day the next day while she waited and watched to make sure Caleb would get on the plane, so she needed to feed while she had the chance. Once again, she walked back out onto the balcony while she drank the blood out of her cup. The sun was almost gone and the stars were already shining in the sky. All of a sudden, she could see two dolphins jump up out of the ocean. She smiled. She loved watching the dolphins. They disappeared just as the sun did. She finished her blood and threw away the cup. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and send Arianna a text.

Wearing a dissatisfied expression, Thea said, “Are you trying to steal my position? I’m not giving it up so easily.” Delilah simply smiled and replied, “Thea, you are a genius doctor. James is your assistant. You should focus on giving him instructions. Just leave the poison to me.” Delilah knew that the man before her was the Black Dragon. Although the generals of the Southern Plains had declared that the Black Dragon was dead, no one had actually seen his body. Delilah was a popular actress, but in this aspect, she was not that much different compared to the others. She too admired the hero of Sol, just like any other person.

At first, there was nothing, and then the voice filled her head like a rushing tide. Yes Delilah, that's my name. Delilah covered the remaining few meters separating her and Lilah and smiled at the creature who squatted down so she could pat the fur on its forehead. She ran her hand through Lilah’s rich fur and felt joy wash over her as she purred, the sound like music to her ears. “I don’t care what Dean did to you, but it’s over. What we have to do now is go out there and save our mate as best as we can.