Fairy Tail Deliora Novels & Stories

She was the model for Delilah’s remodelling, a few basic memories of hers were passed down to Delilah; including her name, age, family and love life. “She’s ready.” The tube began to open and the smoky air began to evaporate from the tube while the model's tube was still sealed shut. Delilah struggled while trying to stand up, her eyes were blurry and her limbs weak “How do you feel Alora?.” The scientist asked while studying her body movements and mood. Delilah, who is now Lena, turned slightly with her squinting eyes. “I feel dizzy, Mason?.” She murmured. The scientist turned to his co-scientist and nodded approvingly at him.

Liora just smirked and slid into the water without a word. But Dorrin walked toward me slowly. His shirt was soaked, clinging to him until he peeled it off, gods help me, my mouth went dry. He looked like something painted by an artist too afraid to make him real. All lean muscle and pale skin marked by faint scars. Beautiful in a dangerous, effortless way. I blushed as I was drooling. “Mira,” he said softly. “I’ve noticed. Not just today. The gifts… they’re waking up. You must be confused. But don’t worry. The witch arriving in a few days, and she’ll help you make sense of it.”

Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned against the doorway. "Good evening, Oliver." My eyebrows furrowed as my gaze traveled round her body. She was wearing a revealing piece of lingerie that left very little to the imagination, and in her hands was a tray carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. Immediately, irritation settled in my chest. Not because of her appearance, but because for one horrifying second… I had thought she was Lilith. And now she has ruined that expectation. "Ria." I called in a low voice, trying to hide my irritation.

He ran toward it, ignoring the pain that lanced through his ribs. But as the figure grew clearer through the fog, he slowed. It wasn’t Sera. It was her. Liora. She was barefoot, her gown drifting like smoke behind her. Her hair, now an impossible mixture of silver and red, floated weightless in the still air. Her eyes burned, not with fire, but with calm, merciless light. Around her, the ground reformed itself, grass sprouting black, trees blooming and then dying again in seconds. Creation and decay pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

He picked it up, holding it against his chest as tears streaked through the grime on his face. Then, from somewhere deep within the haze, came a whisper. Not human. Not earthly. “She is not gone. She is becoming.” Kael froze, eyes darting toward the sound. The wind shifted. The mist parted. And there she was. Liora stood on the far edge of the ruined clearing, motionless her hair floating as if underwater, her eyes glowing faintly now, not silver but violet. The relic hovered in front of her chest, pulsing in rhythm with her slow, steady breaths.

I tell her. “Thank you, Kas." She says sleepily, leaning into James's chest. James gingerly walks out of the apartment so he can take his mate home and care for her. I pang of guilt strikes my heart. I am not able to heal Delilah because she is not a werewolf. She is a powerful witch, but what she did for me this evening took so much out of her. I have to find a way to make it up to her. "Did you hear that?" Lenora asked with a smirk as soon as they're gone.

Darryl was oblivious to how the two women were startled. He exhaled softly and grinned at the scaled dragon. "Who am I? You'll know it after seeing this." He urged his power to display his fairy soul. A golden ray sparkled quickly on his body, and his fairy soul disappeared in a flash. It happened so fast that Lilo and Joanne did not know what had happened. They were just shocked by everything that had happened. 'What…what is Darryl doing? Is he communicating with the scaled dragon?'

“As I am feeling benevolent, I will let you try this stupid, time-wasting spell. After all, you all are going to be my dutiful slaves, pups.” Delilah stood beside Alicia, combining her aura with incantations as the blood flowing from our palms united, circling in the air. “I am an Oracle, the heir of Ring Fire coven. I am sacrificing my mystical powers willingly to channel my ancestors’ magic.” The sparks in the blood circle increased as Delilah exhausted her energy, chanting loudly with Alicia. She was trying to make up for her past mistakes by sacrificing her magic tonight. During this crucial spell, my burning gaze was glued to our common enemy’s face who was amused to see our efforts. Ho

"Why me, Adrian? Not Camilla. Not the fake name. Me. Before the contract, before the accident. Why did you choose me?" He was quiet for so long I thought he wasn't going to answer. Then he turned his head slightly, just enough that I could see his profile. "Go to your room, Elara." "No." "Go." "I'm tired of being dismissed. I'm tired of being a Doll who sits in her room and waits for someone to tell her what to do. Katya almost killed me today and you won't even tell me why I'm here." He turned around. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were dark.

Nia's POV I stepped forward immediately, my body moving in front of Torin before I could even think properly, my eyes locking on Liora with a cold stare while anger crawled slowly through my chest. The moment I saw the satisfaction on her face, something inside me twisted badly because that woman never appeared anywhere without bringing trouble behind her. Liora folded her arms tightly under her chest, her lips curling with mockery as she looked at Darren. “Didn’t I tell you?” she snapped loudly. “Didn’t I tell you this ex Luna is nothing but a shameless slut who cannot be trusted around men?”