Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

Riven crouched, touched nothing, and breathed in the residual scent that still clung to the bark. “Not the same wolves we killed,” he said. “This one is cleaner. Professional. He was here less than a day ago.” One of the fighters, a scarred beta named Soren, shifted his weight. “Tracks head east then vanish into the rock. Whoever did this knows how to erase a trail.” Riven rose. His hand settled on the back of Kai’s neck, thumb pressing the claim bite in a silent reminder. “We follow what remains. If the trail dies we make new ones bleed until someone talks.”

"It is just true." A knock interrupted us, sharp against the quiet, and Wren appeared in the doorway, journal in hand, her expression carrying the particular urgency of bad news arriving faster than any of us wanted it to. "I am sorry to interrupt," she said, "but I found something in the torn page's ink I should have noticed on the mountain. There is a second name beneath Delphine's fragment, faded almost past reading. I believe it names a location." "Show us," I said, and Dorian's fatigue seemed to lift for a moment, replaced by the same restless alertness I recognized in myself every time a mystery finally offered up its next thread.

He squeezed her hand, warmth steady, the pack’s legacy his shield, his nose twitching, catching a faint, unfamiliar scent—charred marrow, ancient, alive. Lila’s scroll trembled, hazel eyes wide, voice soft, sketching paused. “Sam, the runes… they’re shifting, like they’re watching.” Spark yipped, tense. Track it, Lila! Her fingers steadied, ash scent sharp, courage flickering but strong, her maps a guide for shadows, a new rune appearing on her parchment, unbidden, pulsing faintly.

My pulse betrayed me anyway. *** By evening, we returned to the camp. The others were gathered near the lake—Julian crouched over a shimmering stone tablet, Dareth kneeling in quiet prayer beside him, Cassian pacing like a caged wolf. When Julian saw us, he stood quickly, excitement bright in his tired eyes. "You need to see this." He led us to the edge of the lake where the soil glowed faintly. Runes—faint and half-formed—spiraled outward from the waterline, pulsing in a pattern that was almost language.

“That's it.” Marielle nodded. “The notebook Darian saw.” Caelric opened the cover. The first page contained a single sentence. For the person who discovers the truth before the others do. Seraphina turned the page. There was a list. Names. Dates. Authorization codes. And beside several names, a small symbol. One name appeared repeatedly. Orlan Dacre. Another appeared beneath it. Darian Quill. Seraphina looked at Caelric. “That's enough to prove they're connected.”

Seeing the fair and stern look on Archfiend Antigonus' face, Darryl sighed out of relief. 'Fortunately, Archfiend Antigonus is rather open-minded. I didn't leave any evidence behind. I'm afraid Oliver will be wasting his efforts trying to accuse me,' he thought. "I do! I have evidence. These were found in Darryl's tent," Oliver said as he took out a paper and a quill. Oliver had buried the paper and quill underneath the tent, but as he left, he changed his mind and took them with him. The paper and the quill were unique to the fiend race and each page was numbered. However, the marks on the surface of the paper proved that a few papers had been used.

It might have something to do with my newfound passion for investigation though, but no one needs to know that. All I do is sleep, wake up, train to the point of destroying myself and repeat. It is getting tiring. “Why are we doing this again?” Delilah grumbles, folding up the large sheet of paper that holds the blueprint of the pack house. Yes, I have gone that deep. If she found it strange that I was asking, she didn’t say anything. She just left and returned with it minutes later. I just hope she didn’t tell her alpha. Dylan or her brother, I’ll be okay with because I can just find an excuse. There is no way Alpha Zade wouldn’t get suspicious.

The school was a bit rowdy due to the loads of tests they had taken within the early hours of the day, with one to go. Daniel had worn his new jean up and down uniform, with the reigning footwear of Gucci, he had also had a new different haircut, he had always had a low cut but this time he had gone for a sharp round-cut, he looks finer than before. Many of his friends in the old school had always been on his neck to change his haircut stressing that he will be finer than he looks. They must be happy when they will finally see him in this new look, Daniel smiled while muttering to himself before entering the gate.

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.