Fairy Tail Deliora Novels & Stories

I covered my face with my palms, my face heating up under the shower. I wished I could talk to Jack, see his face, and feel his arms around me to remind myself of who I was. I was Delilah Regina–the princess of Onteros not Lorenzo's dirty little whore. Lorenzo is an awful man. He was merciless and violent. He killed people, spilled blood, and cut off more limbs than I can count on my fingers, and yet, his bloody hands were cleaning me with so much tenderness last night... It was mind-numbing.

And in the end, it’s his sheer determination that wins the day. With one final blow, Adrian takes down the dragon with his lightning magic, its massive body crashing into the water with a loud splash. He turns to me, his chest heaving with exertion. “Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern. I nod, too stunned to speak. At that moment, I realize that Adrian is more than just a pretty face - he is a true warrior and a formidable Alpha. “I’m fine—” A screech cuts me off, and suddenly, the dragon erupts from the water - this time with two heads.

Laura Angel POV Luther and his mother, Selene, help me dress. I am a mess. I can barely stand, and the faires are on their way here to see their queen. Me, the queen, the concept does not seem like something I should be dealing with right now. I should be trying to fit in with Luther and his pack, not trying to figure out what to do with a fairy tribe. "I feel sick, Luther," I say. I lean over on him.

The young girl looked at Eleanor with her clear gray eyes and nodded before putting forward her hand while saying, "My name is Lise, Lise Grey. Like they say, I am a witch but a good one. Even if I happen to often do some mischief, it is not that bad. I am happy to meet a new friend." Eleanor smiled sweetly and took her hand as she replied, "I am Eleanor, someone that discovered she was a witch not too long ago and I am happy to meet you, miss Grey."

My breath caught. He'd stayed. The High Alpha of Narcolantis had kept vigil at a servant's bedside. The realization settled in my chest like molten metal, heavy and scorching and impossible to ignore. Then movement at the doorway shattered the moment. Elara, one of the upper chambermaids, stood frozen with a breakfast tray in her hands. Tall, golden-haired, with the kind of effortless elegance that came from noble blood and generations of privilege. Her blue eyes darted from me to Ryden s sleeping form, her lips parting in something between surprise and,

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Delilah's POV: For someone who had lived her entire life as an ordinary human, I was meeting blow after blow ever since I stepped into this town. Now not only was I a werewolf but I was also a healer. Having no idea how to digest the information, I sighed deeply and turned to the altar, "Can we discuss Dorian at the moment, please?" Asteria approached me, "Well, he is fine now. Just so weak and needs abundant rest before he can finally wake up from a deep slumber."

replied Luna Reina. Arlcia shook her head slowly, she opened her palm and took out something shaped like a sky and its contents. There were many stars, clouds, and the full moon shining on them. Soon, the sound of thunder rumbled. The sky which had been bright was now overcast and made things even darker. The wind blows gently, blowing strands of Cia's hair seductively. "I'm not an ordinary human, you guys are wrong. My name is Arlcia, I am Del Luna."

Suddenly i realised Dellinq was very quiet in my head. "Dellinq?" "Sorry, mate was hiding." "Hiding?" "She scared." "Of what?" "She special." "Dellinq, stop being so cryptic." "She a blue tail mermaid." He said. I frowned and looked at Kari. "What is it?" She asked. "Apparently, Chloe is a special mermaid, which is why she hid." I told her. "Dellinq is being cryptic." Kari was quiet for a moment, obviously discussing with Hela. Suddenly her eyes turned purple

What is your name, girl?” the woman demanded, her tone sharp and authoritative. Lyra met the gaze of Delilah, the Luna of the pack, and couldn’t help but marvel at how someone so fierce could hold such a title. With her sylph-like stature and siren eyes that seemed to pierce through to one’s very soul, Delilah exuded an intimidating presence. “Lyra,” she replied softly, her heart racing under the weight of the Luna’s scrutiny.