Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

She examined the small piece of paper. "Whose number is this?" Maria asked. "A friend from school" Emile stuttered. "I'm gonna hold on to this for safe keeping" Maria said and then she went inside with the paper. Later that day, which was the same time he left I and Andrea in the apartment, an unknown number called. His guts told him that it was Emile and it was later proven right. "The prodigal son has arrived" my father said as he picked up the phone. "Cut to the chase and tell me what I have to do to become a werewolf" Emile said irritated by my father's words.

But we have to dispose of what is left because there isn’t enough of anyone to return them to their loved ones,’ he explained. ‘I know that one of these was a man named Omar, his cousin Delvin has already identified him. How do we identify the rest though?’ I questioned. ‘Has the Delta been keeping records of patrols?’ Alpha Colin asked. ‘To my knowledge, yes he has. I will mind-link him to bring the patrol roster. Is there anything else we need him to bring?’ I asked. ‘Matches and lighter fluid,’ he replied.

he told me. While I was not thrilled with that answer, I knew they were right. We had a general idea where they were hiding, but we had not been able to find their exact location. Bryce has been spotted around town, but thankfully no other girls have disappeared. Rhashad was last seen in Connecticut but that was close to a month ago. Our IT unit had tried to track him using his phone, but the number has been changed or disconnected. They have been looking into his financial situation, but our family had cut him off and all of his private accounts have not been used in almost three months. I thought this was weird until Savannah and Daniel noticed that most of the money had been moved to an o

For some reason, she felt off. “What are you doing?” Zara suddenly asked. “Shut up, Zara. I’m trying to feel some—” She barely completed the rest of her words when a faint creak echoed. Nyra pressed harder. A panel shifted, and her heart raced. Inside the hidden crevice, dust-coated paper lay in a roll. Instinctively, she pulled one out gently. It was a letter with faded ink on it. The crest at the bottom bore the Draven insignia.

Alissa gasped. André was snickering, doing his best to not let his eyes follow me as he’s the only one in the room that can track my movements. Stephen was amused, given he was trying to hide a smile. “I’m right here, Alissa.” I startled the Delta couple as I reappeared behind them, leaning between the chairs they were sitting in. “Fuck… the hell was that?” Gildo questioned, still obviously surprised at what I could do. “That, my dear Deltas, is the power of a Delaney. My darling mate and his brothers and father can all do that. They can cloak themselves from all forms of detection. Only their mates or close family can track their movements.” André beamed with pride.

Dimitri babbled incoherently, it seemed that he had a hobby of igniting his brother's emotions. "Stop your bullshit, Dimitri! Just give me the documents, I'll check them out." Sandro said. Dimitri took something out of his bag, a black bag typical of any office man. He took out a small folder and in it were about 15 sheets of paper, then he gave them to Sandro. Sandro accepted and immediately read it, Rene was silent while watching from afar the contents of the paper. It seemed the document was in Italian because none of the words she knew what that meant.

A stack of flat stone slates, and above them, carved in elegant script: RECORD OF THE LOST My heartbeat stutters. This is a library. A hidden, sacred one. A place the Game doesn’t want found. I step forward, and my legs tremble so violently I almost collapse. Each slate has a name carved at the top. Some I don't recognize. One I do. Dax Roran. A chill rips down my spine. I lift the slate, and the stone warms under my touch. Words carve themselves across the surface in shimmering silver.

Had she been earlier, they could have gotten to Tracy before the hunters got her. Aron searched the room for possible traces of Tracy, and he found one. A dagger with a Delta emblem printed on it. “Luna, take a look at this.” Aron showed her the dagger. Ember felt weak all of a sudden. She could have save Tracy from those fuckers. She grabbed a chair and sat on it. They already had it in their hands but it slipped. Finding the Delta warriors is not easy. “How come the residents here didn’t even hear anything. There’s definitely a struggle here, how can no one’s even interested.” Ember didn’t see even a single soul getting curious. It was like nothing happened inside the apartment.

One of the few people I trusted enough to stand this close to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. “That shoulder wound is not nothing.” I ignored her and walked toward the long wooden table near the center of the church. Maps were spread across it already. Territory lines. Trade routes. Patrol patterns. And one particular drawing. Three names written beside each other. Rune. Blaze. Alora. My gaze lingered there for a moment. Interesting children. Very interesting. Selene followed my line of sight. “So it’s true,” she said quietly. “The triplets survived.”

"Not this time. This person is better than me. They have been covering their tracks. Deleting logs. Hiding their location. Every time I get close, they are already gone." "There has to be something. A trace. A clue." Lin pulled out her phone. Scrolled through messages. Her fingers moved fast. "I found one thing. A name. In the metadata of a deleted file. They thought they erased it. They did not." "What name?" "Drake." Rex turned from the window. His face was pale. His jaw was tight. "Drake Marchetti." "Who is that?" I asked. "My cousin. My father's brother's son. He has been in Europe for the past five years. Supposedly."