Delphini Riddle Novels & Stories

“I didn’t ask to.” “And yet you came.” Elira looked around. “Why now? Why me?” The Seabound woman reached out—and placed a palm against Elira’s chest. The mark beneath her skin flared. “You are the key to the Rift.” Elira frowned. “What Rift?” The woman stepped back, voice grave. “The place where the Moon drowned and never returned.” --- They led her to the center of the isle. There, hidden beneath coral-covered ruins, was a great mirror—circular, vast, filled not with reflection but motion. She looked into it and saw a city—burning beneath the ocean. Cracked towers. Fading lights. Wolves made of coral and shadow pacing through empty temples.

Xander said, standing beside me at the rail, his arm around my waist as his charcoal heart beat a steady, human rhythm against my side. As the anchor dropped into the black water with a heavy, resonant splash, Elias called out from the wheelhouse. "Seraphina! There’s a marker buoy on the starboard side! It’s been here since before we arrived!" Xander and I leaned over the chain-wale. Floating in the black ink was a single, ivory-plated drone casing—dead, hollowed out, and turned into a nesting place for small, white sea-birds. And carved into the rusted metal of the drone's face-plate, in a fluid, elegant hand that didn't belong to the Spire or the Author, was a fresh line of text:

Delia asked, her voice barely a whisper as she gazed upon the giant crystal before her. “This my dear lass is one of the many hidden secrets of this island”, Phillip declared. “Go ahead, touch the rock”. Delia felt inexplicably drawn to the ethereal glow of the crystal. She waded through the shallow waters, reaching out as her fingertips made contact with the cool hard surface. In that moment, a brilliant azure hue spread across its surface, illuminating the cavern even more. Phillip watched the transformation with a curious expression, as if confirming something he already knew.

Above each slot, a riddle was inscribed. Elara read the first riddle aloud, "In the darkest night, I shine bright, guiding travelers with my light." Liora nodded, "That seems to point to the star." Seraphina, reading the second, said, "In the sky I rise and set, bringing light, warmth, and yet... shadows follow where I tread." Altair mused, "Clearly, that's the sun." Nocturna, studying the third, whispered, "Though I wax and wane, in the sky, I always remain."

Delilah (Aviva) was lost when she recalled her night with Kai. “Bisexual!.” He replied to her and then turned to Lucifer. “May i?!.” He asked.

She stretched out her hand for Naomi to take. Gingerly, Naomi grasped her soft, open palm. Nezetta pulled Naomi, placing her between her body and the edge, and stood behind her with a hand resting on the curve of Naomi's waist instead of her shoulder as she had originally intended, because of their height difference. "Look, beneath the waters. It's a Delphinus pod!" She excitedly pointed at the gray, streamlined animals swimming along the body of the ship. Naomi raised a brow both in humor and confusion as she looked at what Nezetta was referring to. "What in the world is a Delphinus? Those are dolphins!" She corrected, laughter bubbling from her lips.

Delfino is telling the truth. “I could smell her when we came in,” Arthur says in a low growl. “That could have been one of the familiars masking as her,” Delfino says like he couldn’t be bothered one way or another about it. My heart sinks at the realization that might be true. “Now we can stand here and go back and forth, or we can make some progress,” Delfino says, the impatience bleeding through his tone.

Delfina folded her arms under her chest fighting her smirk as his eyes drew to her breasts which lifted at the movement. “I’m sorry.” He started. “What is her favorite song?” Carma cut off his apology. “What?” he turned confused eyes to Carma. “Delfina’s favorite song. What is it?” “I don’t know, why?” “Favorite color?” “Where are you going with this?”

Above him the crucified Christ stared down. Delphine took the chalice again and poured the remaining oil over her own breasts. It cascaded between them, down her belly, into the curls between her legs. She rubbed it into her skin until she gleamed like an idol. Then she reached between them, positioned his cock at her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion. The sound that tore from Elias’s throat was half-sob, half-prayer. She was scalding, impossibly tight, clenching around him like a fist. When her hips met his, she ground forward, taking him to the root.

I catalogued them the way Alaric had trained me to catalogue any approaching force, counting weapons, counting gaps in the formation, and finding, to my quiet unease, almost none. The woman stopped a careful distance from the meadow's edge, close enough to be heard, far enough to make clear her forty wolves were not yet committing to anything final. "My name is Delphine," she said, her voice carrying easily across the still air. "I imagine Ilsa has already told you who sent me, and I imagine she has painted my family in whatever light made her own defection look most heroic." "I told them the truth," Ilsa said flatly, stepping forward to stand at Rhen's shoulder. "That is more than your fami