Black Dahlia Avenger Novels & Stories

His eyes pointed to Stella who preferred to watch from a distance. Dahlia was definitely uncertain of her victory after seeing Stephen die in just a minute. It hurt her badly seeing one of her trusted member get killed right in her presence,helpless. Nicodemus took her parents,her community,now her trusted friend. Whether she was going to loose or not...she must avenge these innocent souls. That is why without further ado she ordered her Vampires to attack,hoping the large numbers will do an effect on the monster.

Sorting through the blooms, Doll was thrilled to find it was full of yellow and pink tulips. The protector of lovers was just what he needed. "Doll! Watch out!" Hades's voice barely reached his ears before something sharp stuck in his shoulder. Doll reached back and pulled out a tranquilizer dart. It would take more than that to stop him. The tranquilizer was plant-based and Doll's auric affinity would keep him immune, at least for a time. He held the flowers tight to his chest and rolled away under the plane. Cut flowers were not the easiest to work with. They were technically dying and not as strong.

The Dawlya Council felt the world tilt. Energy slammed into their circle-ring like a physical blow. Chairs scraped stone. Candles guttered. A deep hum filled the chamber. One of the High Mothers gasped. “Who is this?” Another screamed, “She’s calling us.” Avi’s body glowed from within, violet-gold light tracing every line of the Dawlya tattoo. Her voice emerged layered with the Circle hers and not hers, “DAWLYA.” The council chamber trembled on both ends of the connection. “YOU HAVE BROKEN YOUR OWN LAWS. YOU HAVE SHED BLOOD TO STEAL WHAT WAS CHOSEN. YOU WILL CEASE.”

Her outfit, which was a simple floral gown, made her look etheral. “Drisellda has possessed her body completely.” “Shit.” “Wait a second. That’s not Emily? Zander shook his head. “No, it’s not Kira.” Fuck. Even more reason to be worried. Drisellda would kill him for sure. “I got your message. Dahlia and I were working on a way to stop Drisellda.” Dahlia, who had surprisingly not sent a death glare my way (I could’ve sworn she hated me) brought out what looked like a knife from the sack she was holding.

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

{Dominic} Back in the day, Dahlia was what we called a huntress. The kind of she-wolf who didn’t wait for orders and would happily track a threat, tear it apart, and return with a smirk on her face. She and Ava may have been twins, but they couldn’t have been more different if they tried. Ava was a calm soul, and also one of the best healers the pack ever had. She was soft-spoken, patient, always humming some old tunes under her breath.

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

A little introduction would help. I'm the crown prince to the Alvandia Kingdom. Our city has been under a curse for some decades by a Goddess, and it came to manifest in my time.. Every hour that passes ten lives are taken, either kids or our livestock, our water is blue and poisonous, the leaves are dying. Factually, Alvandia is in darkness. The place were butterflies and child lingers about, is no more. The Oracle was summoned and it was made known that the cure for the land, was to take hold of the evil goddess who cursed the land, sacrifice her, and place her pale hands on the land for cleansing.