Eric Delko Novels & Stories

I shook my head and turned away, avoiding his pleading gaze. I noticed his face fell, he was silent. I felt bad, he has been nice to me and I rejected his first request. I sighed. "Why not go with Rita, you think I don't know you've been stealing glances at her whenever we are together", I smirked raising an eyebrow looking at him. "What? Me?" Delvin scoffed, faking a surprise yet blushing. "Yes you, Mr silent crusher", I laughed teasing him. "I don't know what you're talking about kelsi' he looked away avoiding my gaze this time around.

He had turned into a dark, dangerous and calculating being. Furthermore, he grabbed the man by the collar and made him kneel on the floor in front of him. The man tried to wage himself with his hand, placing them on the ground in front of him so to be able to balance well. Without skipping a beat, Derek put his foot on both his hands, the hands that touched just her shoulders, and he stood down on them, as if he wanted to break them, so he won'tbe able to use the hands again to touch another shoulder.

My mind revolved around and I felt quite dizzy. This voice was of Eric! Yes! It was Eric. But Eric was dead. How could he be alive? "Eric? Weren't you dead?" I asked. "So, you recognized both of us. Congratulations," both of them laugh devilishly and loudly. "You both were playing games with him? You were playing with Demonte's feelings," I said with pained heart. "We don't work for Demonte, miss Echo Belle Johnsom. We work for Dario Damelo. Nobody holds the twig of a tree when you have a strong pillar right beside you," he said.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“He did once.” “He pitied you once,” Elijah corrected, his tone like a blade. “There’s a difference. He met her then, and lived with her. Yes, it was his duty to be with her, but he found himself drawn to her, and is now busy with her. The one reason that would have him coming back to is if she becomes too hard to control. And judging by what I have heard, she seems to know her duties well as a wife. Alpha or not, she holds herself with grace. Unlike you.”

“She doesn’t know you. She doesn't remember you, does not remember anyone. I don't even think she remembers herself. This is the best part about it being able to reshape them.” I brushed him off. Her eyes flicked to me, flickers of recognition buried under terror. “It’s me,” I whispered. “Delilah.” She didn’t speak, but her trembling slowed. I crouched beside her, careful, quiet. “Let me take you out of here.”

I staggered, catching myself against a tree as my vision swam. No. My wolf recoiled, snarling in instinctive fury, not submission. I didn’t need the pull tugging at my chest to know what it was. I’d felt bonds before, watched others kneel to them. This one felt like a challenge. Like war. I turned slowly, already knowing who stood there. Marcel Del Gardi. The one person who always found me, and yet, always kept me alive despite his reputation. “You know, running is not going to get you far.” He said, and I scoffed, wanting to run back. But my wolf wouldn’t allow it.

"But wait... he said you could sleep with his teammates and he wouldn't care?" "Yeah. The only one he forbid was some rival. Derek Coleman." Camila’s eyes went wide. She whipped out her slate, fingers flying. "Found him! Derek Coleman. Lead Enforcer for the Northern Warhawks. He looks like he eats raw iron for breakfast, but damn, he’s a mountain of a man." She turned the screen. The man in the image was massive, his beard thick, his eyes the color of a frozen lake. "He looks terrifying, Camila. Even Santiago is shaking in his skates."

Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that would make even the most gorgeous girl jealous. I knew when we met that we would form a bond unbreakable. She was the only one who knew the identity of my father and what he was really like before moving here, and she never told a soul, not even her father, whom she trusted deeply. Maybe because he was a sheriff. That could end badly, especially for me. I had already lost everything in my life and Kara knew I needed him, not because he cared for me as her dad did for her, but because I was close to eighteen and I would have only ended up on the streets. And her father never would have allowed us to be frie

"Tell me more." Maria swiped through the tablet, pulling up more detailed information. "Derick Edgar is ex-military, Special Forces. He's skilled in combat, specifically hand-to-hand, weapons, and tactical strategy. He's trained in multiple martial arts disciplines. Intelligence suggests he's also an expert in counter-surveillance and threat assessment. Richard Dawson specifically recruited him to protect Jems Dawson.” "And you think he's the one who took out our men at the school shootout?" Don Emilio asked, his eyes still on the dancers but his mind clearly focused on Maria's words.