Black Dahlia Avenger Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FOUR DAHLIA Dark, black hair. Blue eyes that signaled he was a god on the ice. That he was born for it. It made women burn inside for him. "That a certain nuisance no longer has his shit cleaner by his side. I'm expecting to see more collosal mess ups this time around." I didn't know if I would say I wanted that too. I didn't know if at this point I didn't really care about Evans and I was just trying to save my hide.

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

We sit in silence as Dahlia sobs and I wipe my tears from my eyes. “We will avenge her. Her death won’t be in vain.” She says and I nod my head at her words. Alpha Dahlia is a badass, but right now she, like us, is devastated. We need to make this right. Even if we meet our end, we tried.

My mind raced with possibilities. Before I could say a word, a firm hand gripped my upper arm, pulling me aside. I turned to see a warrior standing beside me, his expression stern. “Please step aside,” he instructed, his tone gruff. “I am Ava. I am Jacob’s—” I began, but the warrior interrupted, roughly pulling me to the side. The music shifted to something more romantic, and the guests rose from their seats, smiles blooming on their faces as they looked toward the French doors.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Her presence and their vigorous night had wrapped around him, calm and comforting, until his in-built resistance had crumbled, and he’d succumbed to sleep. Dahlia. He knew the name was fake. A charming, creative alias she’d chosen for herself to keep from giving who she really was away. But still, he couldn’t help but think that she had picked the perfect name, because the Dahlia flower stood for beauty, kindness, resilience, love, dignity— all qualities he had sensed within her, even in their short time together. The werewolf felt a fierce urge rise in him. He had to find her. There was something about her, and no, it wasn’t just because he had fallen asleep for the first time in a long whi

She only bowed and left quietly. Dahlia stood from the bed after a few minutes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She pushed the curtains aside, letting the morning light flood the room. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. This wasn't the Voss manor. It was a villa— an enormous one at that. But what caught her attention were the flowers. Dahlias filled every corner of the garden below in a stunning display of color. Deep crimson, almost black, formed neat rectangular beds. Coral pink ones clustered together like gossiping bouquets.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

Dahlia caught herself staring. Todd had worked his magic, Dahlia wore a velvet dress in midnight blue, its subtle shimmer catching the light. Her hair was partially braided, a faux fur wrap draped over her shoulders. Bram stood tall, the entire pack gathered around. Lupin, Hunter, Gahn, Haner, Connor, Ben, Hannah, Heidi, even Jay and Victoria, Brandon and Julia, they worked out the challenge with Julia’s promised man. Jade was close to giving birth, so Luca had wisely stayed behind.

The black dahlia is unmistakable, a direct threat from an unknown source. “Another dahlia, another warning,” I continue, keeping my voice steady but laced with the tension I feel. “This isn’t just a message anymore. They’re coming for us. For her.” I notice Ava's head jerk up at what I just said. Her eyes narrow, and the tension between us thickens. She hates it when I talk about her like that—like she’s just another piece in this game. But that’s exactly what she is at the moment. A target. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.