Insidious Dalton Novels & Stories

“Eliza, you’ll be her maid. Get her chambers ready.” “As you wish.” He waves them away; a sinister smirk stretches across his lips as he adds inwardly, ‘I can practically feel that power inside me already.’ Varkhul’s satisfactory rumble echoes in his mind. Dalton’s POV Dalton makes his way to the dungeons below; the deeper he goes, the colder and damper the air gets. Torches flicker as he passes; he strides by. ‘Geez, it never changes, huh.” His wolf quips. Dalton hums in response.

She’s very certain, the old man drugged her! "You...What did you put in my drink?!" she demanded, her voice shaky. "Now, now," Dalton chuckled darkly. "Don’t be so dramatic. I’ve waited a long time for this, Eve. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of having you." His lustful gaze raked over her body, and she shuddered in disgust. Fear gripped her chest. She was growing weaker by the second, and Dalton was getting closer. Think, Eve. Think!

"Now, you'll take your meds and sleep and before you wake up, I'll have made you something really nutritious, okay? And you can have some cookies and milkshake if you take your meds, okay?" Dahlia nodded and her mother gave her her drugs and rocked her to sleep. As Dahlia slowly fell asleep, Tori wiped the tears on her child's face, while tears slowly rolled down her own cheeks. Why was all this happening? How did Valentina even find her? And the worst part was, Ian already knew about Dahlia. "I'm so sorry you had to witness all that, my baby." She spoke to Dahlia's sleeping body as tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm supposed to keep you away from monsters like them. But unfortunately, they're

Rhydian nodded at Kellan, who faded back into the shadows. He opened the line. A hologram flickered to life, showing three figures seated on stone chairs. The air around them seemed older and colder. The one in the center was Rafe. His hair was silver, his face hard. His eyes were the color of flint. "Alpha Blackthorne," Rafe said. His voice was dry, like stones grinding. "The network is disturbed. We feel a dead zone in your territory. Explain." "A new asset at Veridian," Rhydian said, his CEO voice locked in place. "A unique genetic profile. She causes some sensory disruption. We are studying it."

Isis yelled at Dalton after successfully getting him out of his friend’s circle. They were now at the baseball arena since swimming had ended. Dalton ran his hand through his hair carelessly, “Can I tell you something honestly, Ice?” She blinked. “What?” He scoffed shortly. “Have I ever told you, you’re very annoying?” “What?” The words surprised her; Isis’s jaw dropped. “Dal, why are you suddenly….” “I said that something is not right when you never let me or your friends meet your mum!” Dalton cut into her words. “If Fatima hadn’t told me, then all this while, I wouldn’t have known I was dating a whore’s daughter!”

Dalton retched for a few moments before he sat down and gasped for breath. "Brother, mercy… It was my fault, my fault…" Dalton begged with a horrified expression. Dalton was utterly petrified! Since his bodyguards were no match to that man, he might torture Dalton again if he acted stubbornly. Even though he surrendered, his mind was filled with hatred! 'F*ck, I've never tasted piss before! Just you wait, I'll get you when I have the chance.' Darryl gave Dalton a cold smile and adjusted his suit before he walked out of the washroom.

She’d spun pain into poetry and left it sitting in my chest like a seed that didn’t know whether to bloom or rot. My stomach churned. I hated that Vanessa’s words were still echoing in my head. Hated that, for even one second, I’d started to wonder if there was truth in them. Dalton had secrets. That much I knew. He kept things close, buried deep. But abusive? No. Not him. Not the man who looked at me like I was the only thing grounding him. Still… maybe there were things he hadn’t told me. Maybe Vanessa wasn’t lying completely, just twisting something true into something poisonous.

"Good. Now go. And remember, you never came here. You never spoke to me. You don’t know anything." "Yes, ma’am." She fled, and I returned to the window. Outside, the moon hung low and heavy, casting pale light over the forest. Somewhere behind the trees, the west wing waited. Aurelia was probably curled up with her children, whispering bedtime stories and pretending she still belonged. I hated her quiet. I hated her wounded eyes. I hated how it made Silas soften. Another knock. Heavier this time. "Come in." Dalton stepped inside, his posture straight and unreadable. Of all the wolves in the pack, he was the one I never underestimated. He wasn’t like the others. He saw things. He noticed what

His fingers twitched against my wrist, his breath coming out in a wet, shuddering gasp. I twisted the dagger. His eyes went wide. His body sagged against the bars. Then he collapsed. Blood pooled beneath him. I stepped over his dying body, slipping into the hall. The taste of freedom was sweet. But this wasn’t over. Not yet. ****Dalton’s POV**** Something was wrong. The air felt off. I had barely slept, my mind a mess of too many problems, too many deaths. My pack was falling apart, and I still had no answers.

And the moment Mason mentioned the werewolf council my heart began to race, and not for the good reasons it had been previously. The things Dalton was involved in were far from legal, in either the human world or our own. But me knowing of his crimes, didn’t that make me as guilty as him? I had always been terrified that while living with him, he could be caught, and my knowledge of his crimes would be discovered, and he would drag me down with him. It didn't help that he had always threatened to create scenarios where I was more involved than I ever had been, making me seem guilty when my involvement only stretched as far as making coffee for him and his associates when meetings took place