Supernatural Delta Novels & Stories

He said, handing Alpha Maxwell a document called Operation Delta. Operation Delta Subject: Iris Delta AKA: Runt of the Delta Line Possibly the Heiress of the Blackthorne Line being raised by the Delta family, and being raised by Marla and Clyde Delta, Clyde Delta is Alpha Maxwell’s Delta of his Alpha unit, their son Jon Delta is heir to the Delta line and should become the Delta in the Quad’s Alpha Unit.

"There are several versions of myself in this body. Dora is our name, but we use different nicknames between us. I am Sigma, the specialist in abnormal skills, the brain. I am the best character to deal with society. The one who does the daily quests is Gamma, the specialist in general skills and combat genius. He is the one with the greatest offensive power, the one who masters normal magic, but is too dangerous because he could seriously hurt someone. The one you saw today was the worst of us, Beta, the one who had no powers and whose only advantage was being a good son and a good brother to our family. That's literally it, he's a real pain in the ass, he once accepted a girl's confession,

William “What was that just now?” asked Delta in surprise when I approached after Snow left. “That's nobody's business,” I said and Delta grabbed my arm to pull me away from everyone. When he saw that there was enough distance between everyone, he folded his arms and faced me. “What's the matter with you and Blake? What was that about her wolves playing? Are they dunks and you haven't claimed her?” asked Delta with surprise. “Son, you could say I'm one of your uncles, so it's not a simple thing to say, but if you miss your connection—”

The troubling evidence of missing omegas only raised more alarming questions. Across the camp, Delta sat near the fire, eyes closed in meditation as he communed with his wolf spirit, seeking insights. Marco and Zoe were off checking the perimeter traps for any activity during the night. Vitale had tried to sleep earlier, but gave up after fitful hours of staring into darkness. With a frustrated sigh, he walked over to crouch beside Delta. The other man opened his eyes, calm and present. "Any progress in your spirit journey?" Vitale asked without much hope. Their physical efforts had yet to produce results, so he doubted the mystical path would prove more fruitful.

The kind of emotion that came from old history and unfinished wounds. Elira stepped forward first. “We don’t have time for this.” Darian’s gaze snapped to her. “No,” he said quietly. “You usually don’t.” The words landed with more weight than Lydia expected. Elira held his stare. “If you still have enough sense left to hate me later, use it. Alaric’s hunters are on our trail.” That changed the air. The men behind Darian straightened. His eyes narrowed. “How close?” “Close enough to smell the blood,” Logan said.

Deltas are a replacement of an Alpha's mate as long as he hasn't found her and she hasn't found hers. It makes sense now... of course Aquatic would have a Delta. They have to keep their pack strong, having no Luna would weaken them considerably. I want to turn away and go back to my room. Maybe I really should've just stayed in my room. I'm about to go back, but my feet has minds of their own. They follow the crowd and I hope with all of my heart that William won't sense me.

Only a few knows their identity – especially if it's business related that needs to force things to work out his way. "Are you really sure about mating a human? Someone that doesn't belong into our world?" Delta Frank suddenly bring up the topic. He looked at him through the convex mirror at the front seat of the car. "She's special. She has an important role that will help me survive the upcoming battle against the Grotesques, those soul eating demons," he answered. "What do you mean, Alpha?" his Delta raised another query accompanied with worried voice.

Destruction is staring at me in the face and on the skull. With ungainly steps, I try to peek over the high cliff to see how far the bottom is but retreat quickly with a gasp when I almost lose my footing. "You are at a dead-end, Mara." No shit Sherlock. I squirm when I feel a spine-chilling breathing down my neck followed by a sinister chuckle that mocks my helplessness. "Jump or come with me, either way, your soul is mine." I find myself shifting backward as if I am being controlled by a remote.

I covered my face with a facemask and kept the lead hunter under me. “The Delta is named Jonah. And he wants his hunters released.” Irwin answered me. I added pressure to my feet so the lead hunter won’t move. I felt powerful energy around my surroundings, it had to be Jake Justin. “Ask him what he’s discussing with Red Moon. You’re interested in it.” I said again to Irwin. Suddenly, there was a collision into the invisible boundary I had created while hiding. I saw a huge brown wolf. It had to be Jake Justin.

HUNTER I slam my fist hard against the bathroom wall, feeling the cold water pour down my body as I close my eyes. Yesterday was a fucking disaster. Her father was one thing though. His aura was strong, like a beta, which is impossible because apparently, he’s an omega. And omegas aren’t supposed to hold that strong of an aura, right? He can’t be a beta by blood, yet there’s no denying the authority oozing off him. Come to think of it, I heard of a rumor about a beta who stepped down from his rank twenty years ago. No one knew the real reason why, but I had heard some people say he left his duty to be with his mate.