Delphine Orphan Black Novels & Stories

She couldn’t see it clearly but the short black hair and the thin figure told Belle instantly who it was. They had been together since the longest Belle could remember. But now, Orpha had submerged her hands inside a man’s stomach, pulling out the bright organs and ate it as though it was her most delicious food. Belle felt her stomach churning. The sight caused her head to panic and her sight to flickered between black and white. She realized her knees had fallen weak when she collapsed to Leon’s chest.

We all turned at the exact moment that Delphine burst in through the doors, and the fabric of her white dress bellowed in a dramatic cloud behind her as she fell to her knees, letting out a wretched sob that sent a chill down my spine. Her next words sucked all of the air out of the room. “Someone has stolen the tonic of Pure Obsession!”

Orion sensed her impending release and redoubled his efforts, his cock pounding into her with relentless intensity. "Come for me, Seraphina," he growled, his voice a command. With a final cry, Seraphina shattered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Orion followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. They lay there, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passion. The next evening, Seraphina invited Orion to her sprawling estate on the outskirts of the city. The mansion was a testament to her wealth and power, with its expansive gardens and state-of-the-art amenities. Seraphina had planned something special for tonight, an experi

“Have you found anything on Daphne?” Immediately, he passed the envelope to me, and replied. “Yes, Alpha. According to my investigations, she’s an illegitimate daughter of the Beta of Dark Iron Pack. Who he had with his omega slave and Daphne’s mother is late. She died in a fire while saving Daphne.” He paused, and continued when I didn’t say anything else, which was a signal that he should go on.

Veronica's strings of thought broke once a firm hand interlocked with her, "Penso che tu abbia dimenticato perché la gente mi chiamava * la morte nera *. Non preoccuparti. So molto bene come ricordarti cosa è successo se qualcuno osa attraversare la mia strada. Non osare mai guardare ciò che è mio. E Veronica è mia adesso. ( I think you forgot why people called me *the black death*. Don't bother. I know very well how to remind you of what happened if someone dares to cross my road. Never dare to look over what's mine. And Veronica is mine now )," Orion gnashed his teeth arrogantly. Will he really do everything for her? She looked at Orion with tears in her eyes... Whose face was still cold w

“Every part of it.” Silence prevailed. Daphne pushed herself upright with Isla’s help, wiping her face with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You owe me that much,” she said. “All of us.” Calista laughed once, low and hollow. “Fine. You want the truth?” Her eyes slid to Thorne. “There was another child. A girl. Older than Daphne. She carried Blackwood blood, pure enough to wake ancient spells. That was the child your pack lost.”

“What do you mean?” “They had every opportunity to kill us in that darkness. A team that coordinated wouldn't have missed by accident. “Delphine’s voice was steady now, the earlier cracks in her composure sealed back over by pure necessity. “They wanted Olivia. They wanted Richard. They very specifically did not want the rest of us dead.” “That's supposed to be comforting?” Amelia’s voice came out sharper than she intended, exhaustion and fear finally curdling into something closer to anger. “It's supposed to be useful,” Delphine said, not unkindly. “It tells us something about who we're dealing with. This wasn't chaos. This was surgical. “

Blood—both hot and cold—spills into the dirt. Then, the air changes. A new scent cuts through the smell of rot and iron. Familiar. Broken. Delphine steps out of the treeline alone. She can barely stand. Black veins cover almost every inch of her skin. Her eyes are sunken, her body stiff with pain, but she’s gripping a silver blade. The fighting around her falters as both sides realize who she is. Darius freezes. “You should be dead.”

They deliberated for a long time before agreeing on a plan. When they left the study together, Seraphina stood at the end of the hallway. She had a bad feeling, as if her sentence had been handed down. Dorian pulled her aside, his expression conflicted. “Seraphina, the Blackthorn family will give you money. But you cannot stay here. You cannot stay with the pup.” Her body trembled as if struck by something. “I gave birth to your child and stayed with you for so long. Your mark is still in my wolf soul. Do I still not compare to Vivienne in your eyes?”

THIRD PERSON'S POV The fight happened over a party. Not their party but Callum's, which was apparently an annual thing, held at a borrowed townhouse in the Village and attended by people Callum had collected over years of being a person who collected people easily. "I told him we'd be there," Callum said, when he called Hautea on a Tuesday. He'd taken to calling her directly, bypassing Drake entirely, which she'd figured out was partly because he found her easier to talk to and partly because he was gathering independent data. "It'll be low-key. Forty people, open bar, Dom won't have to network — it's social, not professional."