Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

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.

Turned it toward me. It was a document. Official council letterhead. I scanned it quickly. **CASE DELTA-SEVEN-FOUR-NINE - EXTERNAL COMMUNICATIONS LOG** A list of names. Dates. Times. Phone calls. Emails. Meetings. Most of them were marked **Northern Ridge Pack - Alpha Lucian Hart**. But there were others. Names I didn't recognize. Packs I'd never heard of. All contacting the council. All referencing my case. All using the same language: "traditional pack authority," "bloodline jurisdiction," "dangerous precedent."

Dax POV Kael’s scent is a relentless ghost, wild honeysuckle and crackling lightning that clings to my senses, cutting through the Alpha’s office where the air hums with ink, stale coffee, and the faint copper tang of blood lingering from the packhouse halls after the rogue attack. Rune, my wolf, is a relentless storm inside me, clawing at my ribs, howling Mate! with a primal urgency that makes my pulse pounding, my fists clenching against the desk’s edge. She’s a rogue—a rogue who tore into our borders with silver-tipped claws—and yet Rune doesn’t care, his need to free her warring with my Beta loyalty to Kai and the pack. I slip away from the office, Leila’s coffee tray a fleeting distract

The violet trail left by the Luna Guard wasn’t just a digital signature; it was a scar across the sky of the Reborn World. As I opened the throttle of the Norton, the sapphire light of the engine clashed with the fading gold of the morning, creating a turbulent wake of energy that mirrored the chaos in my chest. Dax had asked me to stay behind, to play the role of the patient mechanic while he settled a "blood-link" debt with a woman who looked at him like he was a prize she’d finally reclaimed from a pawn shop.

The warrior immediately lowered his head. "Yes, Delta." Three days later, a reply arrived. Muna waited until nightfall before opening it. Inside was a single sheet of parchment. The handwriting was elegant. "Hatred makes strange allies but meet me at the abandoned merchant station beyond the eastern border. Come alone and we shall discuss Aria." "—Delilah" Muna read the letter twice, then a third time. A strange excitement settled inside her chest. The bait had been taken and soon, the bitch will be gone for good.

“The fake Lunaris bond piece. It’s gone.” Rae swore viciously. Nyra’s hand clenched around her staff hard enough that her knuckles went white. Kieran closed his eyes for a second, cursing under his breath. “Route?” Soryn asked. “Where did it go.” “We followed the signatures as far as we could,” the scout said. “Tribunal courier path. Standard reallocation lane. Then, it disappeared into Calista’s convoy trail.” He hesitated, then added, “She has it. The relic—Calista has it.”

"And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!" "No!" I yelled. "Seraphina is just frail, it's not her fault!" "Go look in Lyra's room," Elarah said, turning to leave. "Maybe you'll find the truth." I burst into Lyra's room, tearing through everything. In the bottom drawer of her nightstand, I found a thick diary. Page 1: The 15th failed marking today. Kaelen said Seraphina fainted again, so the ritual had to stop. I'm starting to wonder if the Moon Goddess truly blesses this union...

Claire fearfully asked. "Well, we'd just be at Iñari's mercy. She kills you there, you die here." Cara answered. "Great! Like this doesn't even get any worse." Bruno sighed. Suddenly, Killian and a few other Deltas burst into our line of sight, completely startling us. They were about seven in numbers and were all frantically running towards our direction like they were being chased. We all tensed up, squinting our eyes at their fast approaching figures, in order to get a much better view. What the fuck was after them now?

She seemed sad, a broken sort of emotion overcoming her features. I felt a trickle of shame run down my neck, as I stared at the dejection in her eyes. She pulled her hair up, thread tangled between her fingers, which she quickly twisted off, carefully tucking them away into a patchwork bag, with other scraps of fabric. “Heron. I can’t just go to anyone. I need it to be believable for my father. All of the women I know would take the opportunity and run with it, but they could never convince my father. They’re not-“

“We were almost caught up, but then they abandoned the horses and must have shifted. The tracks were those of their beasts. Percy is with a team, hunting them now. When I heard your voice in the link, I turned back to meet you and take you back on the hunt with me.” “Let’s go then,” I sneered. A ripple moved up my spine, ready to shift and take off. But then, a voice echoed inside our heads. “Delta! Delta, damn it, can you hear me now?” Gerald growled out desperately. His voice started out soft, then clicked fully into the pack mind when he drew closer to the pack. “Gerald! Did you find her? Did you guys save the Luna?” Killian snarled, waiting for the news. Gerald must have been with the hu