Delta Supernatural Novels & Stories

All of them were stunningly attractive, and all the bland humans couldn't take their eyes off them. Daemon Corbeau, our Alpha, was a supernatural being who stood out. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a tanned complexion. His black hair was immaculately combed, and he looked like a Greek God, fit for Selene, our Moon Goddess. Even normal Wolf-Shifters had difficulty resisting his looks, let alone humans. I must admit, I had trouble keeping my eyes off him.

That voice was not one I had heard before, but my soul knew exactly who it belonged to. My eyes scanned everywhere for her, and my blood ran cold. She was attempting to protect Faunya, who looked like she had damaged her wings. But it was allowing the enemies to draw closer to her. There was a demon who was flanked by something I had no idea what the fuck it was. All I knew was that it was fucking ugly. I did not hesitate and let Dexter transform. He was a fast wolf, but he was pushing himself more than he ever had before. Our sole focus was protecting her. Nothing else mattered because I had faith in the Goddess.

I scrubbed my hand over my face because I knew where she was going with this, but that did not mean that I had to appreciate or enjoy it. “Delmars. They’re a subspecies of demons who have the most potent seer-like abilities. If this creature is indeed part Delmar, then we definitely have a problem.” Ziyah nodded and gave me a gentle look. Chris and I exchanged a look as well because he knew just as much as I did about all of this. “Delmars can only be killed by an angel blade. It’s rumored that they’ve all disappeared over the centuries,” I explained to those who did not know about Delmars.

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.

Sandara was drunk and kept shouting when she reached Nathaniel's cabin, "Hey after you almost taken my body, you will just do this to me. Come on let's continue what was supposed to happen." Kristina saw how Nathaniel's face became pale and before Nathaniel ended his call to her, Sandara snatched his mobile phone and looked who Nathaniel is talking to. Nathaniel froze as Sandara took his phone and started to say something to Kristina. "Hey, who are you?" Sandara shouted at her over the phone. Kristina was shocked. Who is this woman? Although she seemed to be drunk, she is really a beauty.

“Wow. How is this possible?” His mouth quirks shyly. “It’s possible. Trust me, I’m not the only one either. Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Carrick is a werewolf, Rowan is a vampire, and my foster father, Alex, is a dhampir. Almost everyone I know is a supernatural being.” I huff in wonder. “Holy cow, does Haley know about Carrick? What about Nevaeh?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Um… Neveah knows about Khail, but I don’t know about Haley.”

asked Adrienne in a quiet but clear voice while she knelt on the ground before the corpse. “I’m Alaric Emrick, witch,” answered the man in a voice that almost sounded like a sneer. Adrienne simply looked at the trace of the man standing a few feet away from her, feeling pale. “Don’t you know me?” he said mocking her. “And that dhampir you are kneeling before you is my first cousin, Athan Silos.” At that moment, both Adrienne and Mary only wished one thing—that they would be swallowed by the ground under them and completely disappear forever.

"Good luck with the results." Anita and I go back in the room and she grips my hand like it's a lifeline. I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she lets out a calming breath. Her grip loosens a little and I look at the doctor. She seemed to have calmed down from when she saw my vampire form and smiles lightly at me. "I'm sorry I scared you before," I say quietly and she nods lightly. "What are the results?" She looks at the paper in her hand and smiles. "Being this is a supernatural pregnancy, I want to do weekly check-ins. Aside from you, there are no other reported mixed with human and vampire..."

I said, shaking my head in confusion. “It is said that vampires compelled, or in other words, mind controlled these humans to make them believe that wolves were out to kill them. It is what legends say, but we can never be truly sure of what is or what is not true. The herbs have been used throughout centuries regardless of that, and I think that we can use them to hide Dante’s scent on you and vice versa” Angelina said, looking me in the eye. I nodded in agreement before turning to look at Dante, waiting to hear what master plan he had in mind.

I replied. He nodded in understanding. "Ni pukha!" "K chortu," I muttered, accepting his good wish. Alpha Lance called for silence and led the pack in a series of religious chants, the words reverberating in the cold night air. When he dismissed them, the group dispersed, bodies twisting and bones snapping as they shifted into their beast forms. Sasha gave me one last pat on the back before following the others.