Genshin Delusions Novels & Stories

“I’ve traced some unusual network activity. Someone’s been siphoning our data out in tiny fragments — almost imperceptible.” Sienna, still weary but sharper than ever, leaned over Evelyn’s shoulder. “Could it be someone on the team?” Lena shook her head slowly. “If it is, they’re careful. Too careful. We need to bait them out.” ⸻ Sienna’s mind raced back to the gala, the eerie calm of Victor Hale’s cold smile. He wasn’t just a leader; he was a puppeteer, pulling strings from the shadows. Their fight was no longer just physical—it was psychological, a battle to outwit an enemy who knew them too well.

I looked at her, hoping she would continue, and she stared at me for a while before she finally did. “The apple is not a normal apple, and it is grown by us personally. It is meant to make us more energetic—” “So it was poisoned?” I asked worriedly. Am I going to die? “No, it was not. It is meant for werewolves. When a normal human takes it, it is too much for them and can cause delusions, dizziness, or even loss of consciousness. That is what happened to you.” “Oh…” That explains it. I looked at Rowan, who was entirely focused on his laptop, like we were not even in the room.

I questioned. "If you ever cared about him even just a little you would let me go." I say gently, trying my best to convince her. She scoffs, shaking her head. "Are you out of your bloody mind? You know I can't possibly do that." Her words were laced heavily with irony. "Open your fucking eyes Yennefer! Delilah doesn't care about you, she is just using you. You are just a pawn in her game and when you have outlived your usefulness she is going to discard you." I said, my voice filled with conviction.

Her eyes glinted evilly as she stretched forth, her perfect hand to be engulfed by Poseidon's rather Ven's dry ones "You have my allegiance!" He said "perfect" she said gleefully " now come darling, there's much work to be done in preparation for victory!" A small smile played upon her lips, another fool had just found it's way into her net. What a delicious treat. † Dalia Grey "You'd be reminded that this is a school with a zero tolerance for youngsters with filthy language" She growled out "Do well to remember that, I will not be lenient again!" Her glasses flashed with intense dislike and Dalia wondered just what she'd gotten into

“I don’t recall you going to my sister’s house these past few days, so it looks like me having sex with you is making you think twice before doing that.” “You’ve been sleeping with me out of jealousy?” “You think I’m jealous?” She scoffed. “Cute. This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about correction.” She got off of him. “You spoiled my mood,” She said before leaving. The next morning, Nic saw that a large sum of money had been deposited into his account. He knew who was behind it and decided to call her. “I was beginning to think you were dead,” Myrine said when she answered. “Now that I’m thinking of it, I suppose it would’ve been strange sending money to a corpse, but oh well.”

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

And in doing so, she knew with perfect clarity: She was back inside. Not as an intruder. Not as a shadow. She’d returned like a memory that refuses to fade. Not through the front door—through an older one. More emotional. More effective. ••• Hours later, at Carter Group, everything appeared in order. But beneath the surface, the pieces had begun to shift. A key report—one meant to be sent urgently—remained in draft. The system hadn’t registered it as submitted. A minor glitch, they said. A technical oversight. But it wasn’t that. It was a deliberate delay, dressed up as an accident.

“I’m not here to give you a replacement. I’m here to remind you that no system should be allowed to operate without pain. Without cost. If your decisions don’t make you lose sleep, then you’ve outsourced your soul.” Someone in the crowd whispered, too loud. “An idealist.” Lena heard it. Didn’t flinch. “No,” she said into the microphone. “I’m a realist. And that’s why I’m afraid of you.” Back in Zurich, Torin was tracing a new digital anomaly. A file fragment had emerged from a Chinese sub-node, something old, ghostly—an AI behavioral cluster labeled ‘Eidolon Sequence.’ Unverified. Unauthenticated. But it pulsed like something still alive.

It’s Delus and I frowned to see him blocking my way. “Hi, Sirena. How are you?” he asks. I didn’t answer him. I have terribly failed in my bet, that’s what came to my mind in that moment to see this man. “I hope you remember me,” “Yes, I remember you and also my father,” My father, Mr. James Patterson, Alpha of the mighty red moon pack and this man is Delus, his loyal beta.

Ian stared down at his chest, he was wearing a white, baggy shirt on but now, it had a red, lipstick mark like a decoration on it, all thanks to Delilah. " I'm.... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She stuttered, clasping her palms together as she saw the way he was glaring disgustingly at the mark on his chest. " Is she sane?" Ian hissed angrily, directing his questions at no one exactly. " She's not, Alpha. She's too much of an insane person, I don't think she's alright." That was Devin and Delilah felt like slapping his head. Ian averted his gaze to her and she faced the ground immediately, playing with her fingers nervously. Somehow, it always felt ticklish whenever she looks into those brig