Delusions Genshin Novels & Stories

I interjected, my voice tinged with frustration as I stared at Delilah, hoping she would finally understand. "Please, let her speak," Margaret cautioned, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern. Undeterred by my interruption, Delilah continued, her voice laced with a touch of awe. "Our friend here is the plainest amongst us all. She was born for great things. It's incredible that she still wears human skin when she's truly a goddess. She had a one-on-one encounter with Derenzantrafiakiloma, the one who reads minds. That entity visited her in human form," Delilah revealed, causing our eyes to widen in astonishment.

A game. “I think I’m losing my mind,” I mutter as we walk home, heels clicking on the pavement. “Finally,” Delilah says with a dramatic sigh of relief. “She admits it.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” “I was supposed to be getting back at Jaden . That was the plan. Now I’m imagining Mr. Montelli … doing things. Dark things. Controlling things.” “To you?” I hesitate. “To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.”

"I have the Residual-Data of the one you call Jun. He is not gone. He is held in the Buffer-State (a temporary storage area for information between two systems). Give us the Key, and we will manifest him. We will give the boy back his skin." It was a Cognitive Trap (a psychological manipulation designed to exploit a victim's desires). Elara saw Jun—not the obsidian-eyed general, but the boy who used to bring her coffee and tell her she studied too hard. He looked at her with pleading eyes, his hand reaching out from the copper dark. "Jun..." Elara moaned aloud. "Elara! Look at me!"

“Now we let Finn grieve. Let the pack fracture. Let doubt rot the throne from within.” “And when he is weakest?” Delon asked. Delilah stepped into his arms, her voice a whisper against his ear. “Then we finish what the Moon Goddess interrupted.” She pulled back, eyes gleaming with ambition and cruelty. “The Alpha will fall,” she said. “And this pack will kneel—to us.” Delon smiles, pecks her forehead, straightens up, and then walks out of the room with a practiced stern face. "Fools!" Her smile turned lethal, "Men are fools! One is a weakling, and the other, an inexperienced two faced bastard!" She clenched her fist. "

"Babe, I ran into this shameless woman. She says her three-year-old is yours." Arthur snapped. "What?! That's ridiculous! Where is she? How dare she slander me—I'll make her apologize. Margo, relax. I'd never betray you." I cut in fast, "It's me, Tessa!" He paused. "Tessa?" Margo frowned. "Arthur, how do you—" He cut her off. "She's my daughter-in-law. Of course I know her. Her child is my grandson. How could he be mine? Who's spreading this nonsense?!"

He looked like a man who had seen too many deaths. "The woman is right," Leo said, looking at the purple sky. "I’ve been watching the news feeds in the lobby. The 'Deleted' aren't just monsters. They are **Ideas**. And an idea that has been forgotten for a thousand years is a very angry thing." Suddenly, the hospital building shook. A sound like a massive sheet of metal being torn in half echoed through the halls. It wasn't an explosion. It was the sound of a **Glitch**.

Ken remembered Joe’s bright eyes when he handed over his scholarship money and told him to buy a pair of leather shoes. He remembered how hard Joe had studied, all for one sincere word of praise from him. He remembered everything Joe had endured. “That’s right. Joe was like me.” Joe was allergic to seafood. So was he. Joe had the same eyes, the same jaw, even the same blood type. There had been so many tiny details, so many signs that proved Joe was his son. How had he never thought of it? No. Maybe it wasn’t that he had never thought of it.

Chief Physician Moren nearly dropped his pen, one of the scholars looked seconds away from forgetting how breathing worked, and even Selene’s quill stopped above the parchment mid-sentence. Across the chamber, Halrem stared at Draevor in complete stillness as the realization settled heavily over everyone present. The barbarian had somehow turned an elite physician symposium into a public medical confession. After a long moment, she quietly lowered the protocol sheet onto the table. “Chief Moren,” she said without taking her eyes off Draevor, “kindly note a new syndrome for the infirmary records.” Moren swallowed. “Y-yes, Your Majesty.” “Advanced northern delusion,” Halrem continued coolly. “

A little blush, a little eye shadow and mascara; she then applied her lipstick and finished with a little powder. Sitting alone in her room staring at her reflection her mind wandered back to her dream. She couldn't believe it was just a dream. It had been so real to her. Once again she felt herself mourning the imaginary mate. She knew it was silly to pine for someone that didn't even exist. But she couldn't help herself. She felt tears welling up and quickly grabbed a tissue. She scolded herself for being so silly over the matter. It wasn't real. But if it wasn't real then why did she feel real pain? Wren was sure that she had finally lost her mind. She had heard about delusional people. H

Delilah didn't know if she started hallucinating already of it was just fear but she almost swallowed her tongue when all of a sudden, an animal on its fours ran by, a huge one. " A.....wolf? Isn't that a wolf or am I not seeing clearly again? Hold on, am I...am I currently in the middle of a pack or packs of wolves? Is this how my end is going to finally be?" She thought in horror, gumming herself to the tree. " Oh no!" She thought sadly again when her eyes started feeling dizzy, the sleeping pills were already working and she could also feel the sudden and the sharp pains in her chest, it was going and coming.