Delilah Fnaf Novels & Stories

Unknown Location, The Other Woman The woman stood in front of a wide mirror, tracing the curve of her stomach with reverence and something colder, ambition. Her name was Delilah. Lucien’s final creation. Not a clone. Not a surrogate. But a savior, bred to finish what he started. In her veins ran the DNA of three people: Lucien. Alma. And a donor no one had ever identified. Behind her, a man entered the room. Tall. Shaved head. Eyes like winter steel.

I unlock the door to answer but before I could open the door Colton and Destin push in through the door and barge into the house they walk around the house “is she here is she here Delilah” “Well hello to you too boof heads! Is who here why are you too here is the question” in unison they both answer “FAITH” Colton is more erratic than Destin pacing biting his nails. “She’s not in her room Delilah what if something bad has happened” “I know someone who may be able to track her he has never missed a beat but you will not like it.” I take my hooded cape and throw it on for dramatic effect. We run down to the base.

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 thought, her heart pounding. Maxwell’s mind raced. “Delilah is the unborn magic princess her mother spoke of…the one destined to be my mate. The Moon Goddess has truly blessed me.” But he quickly remembered that Delilah could hear his thoughts. Her initial shock turned to anger as the truth sank in. This man, her uncle, was her mother’s killer. The realization ignited a fire within her, and her supernatural powers surged to life.

Nathan was totally enjoying it. He felt very happy. He was almost jumping and seeing him smiling, Stephen felt contended. Delilah could only sigh at Nathan and hisbways to be happy, she thought. She just smiled and continued looking forward, texting a quick message to her friend Ariana who message after so long. Ariana was her highschool friend. She went to a different pack after finding her mate. It was strange to find her messaging after so long. Delilah notified her that she and Stephen are out to their farm house with Nathan. *********

“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.”

Delilah’s POV I sat cross-legged on the edge of the large bed, a golden tray before me holding pancakes, strawberries, syrup, and tea. My curls were soft against my shoulders, my nails clean, and I’d just had a warm bubble bath that made me feel like a woman again, not a prisoner of the Westons, not a pawn in their war. It almost felt fake. I took a sip of the tea when my phone buzzed..it was Naomi. My chest pulled tight. For a second, I thought of not picking up, right now.But this was Naomi—my chaotic, ride-or-die, drama-loaded sister from another life.

She would be of great help to the new reign’’ Chase stared at Delilah not sure if he understood what she was blabbering about. She did have a daughter born with the blessing of a version. Delilah’s mate was a hybrid born of a werewolf and a witch, her mate did not get any of the qualities of his mother, but their daughter did. She was taken at birth to be trained in the Land of Altera. The land of the future. “Delilah, we are grateful for your services and I would bring her back, however, something else borders me’’ Chase sighs. The weather was indeed becoming too dark as if a hurricane was brewing on the horizon.

Elijah's voice was harsh with anger. Kat, Flo, and Tris exchanged looks, seemingly unsure. "It's wolfsbane! Delilah almost died from eating wolfsbane!" Elijah barked. "I'll execute you all if no one confesses to giving her the wolfsbane!" "It wasn't us, my king. Please spare our lives," Flo squealed. "Then who did? There's only Delilah and the three of you in this house!" "But... Beta Elena, she was here earlier." Flo looked at me, her eyes filled with terror. "She brought some candy for Queen Delilah."

“Who said you could hold me?” “Hmm,” she stated, twisting her mouth in a pout. She let his cold hands go. Snow had covered her hair by now, thanks to him. The little girl motioned to walk away, but found herself turning back and moving towards him. She pouted in anger, extending a hand towards him saying, “I am Delilah.” “Did I ask?” he arrogantly retorted. She scoffed, before carrying on. “My last name’s Zapetero. I’m the first born of Queen Zoraida. I was hidden all my life, because I do not have penis.”