Delphine Orphan Black Novels & Stories

“There’s a pup at the orphanage in the pack. They call her Daisy. She’s Bianca’s but was hidden away as an orphan because she wanted to keep her as leverage if she ever needed it. She had used a lust potion on Davis Gardner from our pack. He never knew about Daisy, but can you please make sure she’s taken care of? I don’t know if Davis would want anything to do with her, but he deserves to know. Her grandparents also deserve to know.” Yeah, the crazy ass bitch just kept getting more and more disgusting. Bianca would pay dearly for everything that she had done and been responsible for. I promised her that we would ensure that Daisy would be taken care of no matter what. Orla said that she cou

I hadn't considered the fact that a vampire visiting the Alpha's mansion would be seen as odd, even after the so-called 'welcome ceremony ' last night. But I didn't let my agitation show on my face and spoke flatly. "I am Sylvain Blackthorn, an old member of the New Orleans vampire clan and I'm here to see Aria Nightingale. She told me she stays here." The guards looked among themselves and seemed to relax a little now. However, an annoying voice ruined my plans and my mood. "Aria? What do you want my girlfriend?" Orion snapped, walking closer to me. "I thought I made it clear... Stay away from my girlfriend. No, scratch that. Stay away from my mate, Mr 'black stick' or whatever."

I respond, my voice laden with the weight of reality. Delphina is a girl with an inferiority complex, often comparing herself to others and expressing a longing to be like them. She possesses a slender frame, a stark contrast to my curvy figure. Her thick, dark brown hair has a natural fuzziness, while mine cascades in wavy black locks like our mother’s. While Papa’s brown eyes grace Delphina’s face, I bear hazel eyes like our mother’s. Delphina perceives herself as unattractive, but in my eyes, she is truly beautiful with her braces, glasses, and frizzy hair. Adding to her insecurities, she grapples with acne.

They lurked slowly until they came across a pair of feet behind the bushes, black feet. "Oh my God.." Polly said. No, it can't be. Ernest thought. Ernest took the first step, each more hesitant than the last before he finally approached the other side and fell to his knees. This caused Polly and Michael to rush over and gasp. A Black girl with clear bruises scattered amongst her body. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with old tears down her face staring into the sky as if she had asked God for help. To save her. But no answer.

It was softer, older. “Who are you?” “The real... Delilah,” she breathed, reaching out a shaking hand. “She trapped me... used my face to build her empire. Your parents... they’re in the other two.” I choked back a sob, looking at the two remaining snakes near my feet. “How do I get them back?” “The bodies... the sycophants who serve her... they have the 'Noir' shells,” Delilah explained. I hoisted her up, letting her lean on me. We barely made it to the door when it burst open.

“People want a scandal. I’ll give you truth instead. Yes, I was nearly destroyed by Juliette. Yes, I took back control. And yes, Alec Blackwell was once married to a woman named Delphine.” Cameras flashed. “She didn’t destroy him. She didn’t destroy me. And she won’t own this brand—because it wasn’t built for sale. It was built from fire.” Alec stepped forward. “We have nothing to hide. And everything to protect.” Zara finished. “Delphine says she wants war. Well—” She stared straight into the camera. “She just found out she picked the wrong queen.”

" So what do we do, we can't lose another?" " War…" Delphine said in a menacing tone, her black irises turning scarlet red. " They want war, we give them war, I'll destroy the witches one after the other, until now one's left" she swore.

she whispered, “was listed in the Archive under the codename Orpheus. He recruited girls for the masked shows. Including Vivienne. Including others who vanished.” The voice asked, “Is this the man you now claim is Laurent Blackthorn?” “Yes.” A beat of silence. “Mr. Dorian Blackthorn has denied knowledge of this name. Do you contradict his statement?” Her lips parted. She thought of Dorian’s face tense, unreadable, haunted. “No,” she said quietly. “I believe… he didn’t know.” Another pause. “Why protect him?” “Because he protected me.” The light dimmed. “Do you have any final statement?”

"Though I suppose yours might actually be one." The no-fur smirked as he reached out to grope the Throne's crotch, not breaking eye contact as he did. It was not the time to admire the brat's audacity. Or to acknowledge that somehow his touch gave him a chill, pulling him from concept to grounded being. The Throne needed to course correct. The little bitch was somehow drawing out its physical connections to its last host, King. King who had started out submissive to an Orangelo who would become the God of Chaos. The Throne had slowly absorbed that part of King to create the perfect Black Devil.

The exact same man who had bought Delilah (Aviva) like she was a new toy off the shelf. “She’s unconscious and has lost a lot of blood!, how do you think she’s doing?!.” Lucifer replied with a frown.