Delusions Genshin Novels & Stories

Isaac pov I woke up with a headache. My head is buzzing like something is continuously running inside my head. I shake my head and open my eyes. When my eyes meet the early morning sun, I observe the room in which I spent the best night of my adult life. Yes, although hangover is still looming over my head, I vividly remember myself floating in shores of pleasure. Ah, now I remember. I am here to attend Luna's ceremony. I arrived late, some random cliche of Alpha Gerad tried to seduce me, she made me drink liquor, I was knocked out, and I entered this room. All memories are flooding into my head thanks to my wolf. But why was he silent? Anyway, then she acted innocent, but I made her regret

Dane replied. ‘Nicely handled Baylor,’ Alpha Colin mind-linked. ‘Thanks Colin.’ I mind-linked back. I was surprised I could hear him over Shammus’s dialog ‘Delania is hot. Delania is beautiful.’ ‘Shut the fuck up Shammus.’ Shammus got quiet and then he started flashing images of Delania in various states of nakedness in my mind. ‘Knock it off Shammus or we won’t go for our nightly run tonight.’ ‘Fine dummy, I will just go think of Delania by myself.’ ‘Stupid horny wolf,’ I thought as I felt Shammus’s presence fade back. We walked in silence to the pack house and I glanced over at Delania who had her eyes cast down. She was beautiful with her long silky black hair, big brown eyes, and skin th

Meagia’s mental state was not good enough to understand things. Meagia's voice raised to a fevered pitch as she clung to the delusion that her lost love, Eskaal, can be resurrected. Her madness has taken hold, and she conversed with her shadow as if it were a confidant, a desperate attempt to hold onto the fragments of her shattered reality.

Alec explained. “Wow… well, good for Cillian.” Persephone nodded. “Why do you look surprised? Shouldn’t you know this type of stuff?” She cocked her head and noticed I looked as surprised as her. “I might have been told by someone that’s come by. But unless they were saying something relevant to my task of finding a cure for you, it was in one ear and out the other.” I shrugged. “Jonathan was very single-minded in curing you.” Delilah nodded. “I heard others around Bloodmoon remark that they’d never seen him so focused on a task. Scott said he has “piece of candy” syndrome.” Delilah shrugged.

Gabe says, placing a kiss on the forehead of the baby he has in his arms. “Can I see him?” I ask, amidst tears. He moves closer and I take a peek at my baby, wrapped in clothing. My heart slams as I see the striking resemblance to Adrian. His eyes, the hair. His face. Feeling confused, I check my other babies and they both look the same. Like little clones of Adrian. How?? How the hell is this possible? “I’ve always wanted to ask Tessa, and I think now is the right time,” Gabe says, earning my attention. “Are you the rejected Luna from the Silvermoon Pack?”

He doesn’t suspect me. That was all that mattered. Ronin exhaled sharply. “I think… I think the lack of treatment has made things worse.” I stiffened. “What do you mean?” I asked carefully. Ronin’s gaze darkened. “He’s delusional,” he said simply. “Clearly, he sees any woman and convinces himself it’s Malia.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “He’s lost it.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach churn. Ronin sounded almost… disappointed.

“But I can’t shake this connection I feel to her, to you. It’s like her memories are mine. Every time I look at these photos, I... I feel like I’ve lived them. Like I was Azmariah, but I’m not. I don’t understand it!” Visaris' gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “You are not Azmariah, Roisin. And you could NEVER be her, I say this not as an insult but a fact. The both of you are separate, distinct souls. Whatever you are experiencing, it is not because you are her. That is practically impossible. Have you checked in with a doctor? You could be experiencing delusions because you're sick.” I had never had a bigger urge to pull out my own hair than I did at that moment. Was thi

she hissed, her eyes widening. "Breaking the loop," Autumn growled, the bond with Gale stabilizing her, his golden light merging with her silver, creating a radiant cascade. The woman screamed, clones dissolving around her as the essence returned, visions clarifying: this wasn't a true future self, but a construct—a manifestation of the Shadowed One's deception, crafted from Autumn's fears and the legacy's dark potential, amplified by the entity's lingering influence.

Or rather, her face. The same torn photo Adrien had seen—now folded into a different file, beneath someone else's name: Rebecca Sloan. She pulled it out, heart hammering. Her younger self. Same eyes. Same scar above her right eyebrow. But under the image was a line that made her blood run cold: > “Subject shared delusional tendencies with Patient #81. Pseudo memory implantation suspected.” She reread it three times. Pseudo memory? Her hands shook. A cold dread crept through her chest.

Mystic Maiden turned around abruptly, coming face to face with the primal old devil. Alex was standing next to the primal old devil. They trailed a slew of ancient gods who had all fled the Pantheon Tomb only to discover that they had instead, collaborated with Alex to put on a show, misleading the Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens. "Alex?" "Was that your mirror image?" The Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens eventually saw that she had been duped. But why, Alex's mirror image, couldn't she see right through it? As the Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens, she possessed the Eye of Delusion. All illusions could not be hidden from her eyes, yet she couldn't see through Alex's mirror image.