Deltarune #paper Trail Novels & Stories

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.”

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?

“No sir.” He sighs with half a growl as he backs out of the van. He walks closer to us, stopping at the bottom of the steps, his delta aura blazing hot. It’s strong enough that Cole backs away from the steps with a small whimper, taking a seat on the glider beside the front door. “What’s your name, by the way?” “Delta Steven Ashman from White Ridge.” He states impatiently while holding his hand out for a shake. “Nice to meet you Delta Ashman, I am Alpha Demetri Black. The last I was informed the Black Moon pack was supposed to be transporting them part way home.” I respond back.

“Ash you don’t need to do this. It doesn’t matter to me if you did kill the pack, what matters is you tell me the truth” “But I am Christian, I am telling you the truth” Christian shakes his head and leaves me standing in the dungeon, dropping the chains I shove my hands in the pockets of the hoodie and find a folded up piece of paper. I wait until Christian had completely gone before pulling the paper out. I recognise the handwriting immediately, it was Daryl’s and my name was neatly written on the front. I carefully unfold the piece of paper. Inside was an apology. To my dearest Ashley

I even wanted to laugh, now that I'm looking at it closely, I noticed the small hello kitties attached to it. I know how it goes I know how it goes from wrong and right Silence and sound Did they ever hold each other tight Like us? Did they ever fight Like us? They slowly approached and gave me the flowers one by one. My parents and his came first to which I smiled sweetly followed by Daevon's friends. You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us

Curiosity piqued, Tristan broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the contents with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Tristan's voice trembled with fury as he read aloud, "You thought you could outwit me, Tristan? You've underestimated me. Every attack, every betrayal—it was all orchestrated by me, and you were none the wiser. I am the puppeteer, and you are merely a pawn in my game. I'm Alpha Lane, and I'm going to be your worst nightmare. "

“True, but whatever it is that you’re doing right now to solve the D-15 case, be careful, okay? And if you need support, I’m willing to lend a hand.” “Sure.” “I’ll be going now,” Tristan glanced at Eugeny and his eyes lingered at Rune before he nodded at her. She bowed a little to him before Tristan went out of the room. He then faced the two. “Rune, tell Riven that I need him to look at the Trust records…discreetly.”

Gildo questioned, obviously surprised by Darren’s gift. “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. “So, as you can see, it will be easy enough for my family to move through the crowd without being noticed to detain anyone necessary.” Darren smiled, walking back to stand with André. “And to be clear, when we say detain, no one will be hurt. Especially if the person is under the influence of some magic Melania may have left.” He added.

“I was desperate, Aurelia. I saw you, and all I could think was how I’d lost you—us. I didn’t mean to force my way in. I just… I miss you. Every day.” The confession hung in the air, heavy as the humid California dusk, the distant hum of a lawnmower fading into silence. My chest tightened, a mix of anger and something softer—regret?—twisting like a knife. Tamara’s hand brushed my arm, a subtle warning, but before I could fire back, a voice cut through from behind us, sharp and familiar. “Aurelia!” I whipped around, my heart lurching. Rune strode down the street, his deep blue tracksuit rumpled and dirt-streaked from whatever warehouse hell he’d crawled out of, his silver hair wild and damp w