Black Dahlia Avenger Novels & Stories

Dahlia smiled, “Besides, it will be the only good thing I'll get out of this marriage, and as much as I hate to say it, you were right. I was driven by anger, but I shouldn’t let them control me. I won't give them that kind of power over me anymore!” “Ohhh, sis.” Lena felt tears in her eyes as she pulled her sister into a hug, and they both began to sob. Ava laughed as she pulled out a phone and started taking a video when Dahlia noticed and pulled her into a hug. She was still in pain because her wounds were still fresh, but she didn’t care. For once, she felt free, strong, and determined to make a life for herself. “I can't believe I'm going to be an auntie!” Ava declared dramatically, thr

To make them believe that they are truly with bait. The fresh local honey will be the decoy, the potion will disguise as a honey drink given by the bait. Alstroemeria is a flower that she will blend because it means love and strength. Forget-Me-Nots as the sign of not forgetting that they are trapped without them realizing it. While the Red Dahlia represents the power that the potion holds and Rhododendrons symbolizes that the bait is in danger, a danger they never knew and will never escape unless they were given the antidote.

Until Venal turned to Dahlia. 24. Dahlia voluntarily drew blood from Venal, and the medicine worked. It didn't take long for Dryzen to have a personality and he immediately sought out Dahlia. He was very thankful that he was safe but he almost killed Venal when he saw Dahlia's wounded wrist. They explained everything to Dryzen.

Deepening the kiss, my hand pulls on her braid and she moans. Breaking apart, she touches her lips and a blush stains her cheeks a pale pink. “Alpha Dahlia Blackwood. I Alpha Malachi Greyson of the Nightshade Pack claims you as my mate.” I say to her and her eyes go wide as she steps back. “What do you say?” I ask her, knowing Hyde is in control of me. “I Alpha Dahlia Blackwood, future Alpha of the Venom Fang Pack and Alpha of Alpha’s …”

Choosing the easiest target, I stuck one dart into his exposed arm. My heart jolted when his eyes shot open in shock, locking instantly with mine as confusion played across his face. “Bianca?” he choked out, and I was taken aback for a moment at the mention of my mother’s name. My body tensed and heat flushed through my body, my need for revenge amplified.

She added and exited Aisha ward room. Aisha POV: It was hardly 10 minutes when Julia aunty left my room meanwhile I simply kept staring at the food filled plate which was placed in front of me, I still wasn’t able to believe that I was pregnant with RAVAN’s baby, he is a pure devil living under a human skin, Ravan is a killer and a rapist, How.. how can I even think of giving birth to his child, I was lost in my thought when “BOOOOOOOMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………” there was an enormously loud sound because of which everything inside my ward room started trembling like an earthquake ‘What was that?’ my sub conscious spoke to me when abruptly door of my ward room was pushed open and came in few m

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

The grandeur of the room enveloped us, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers casting an ethereal light on the scene. But just as I approached the entrance, a formidable figure materialized before me, blocking my path. The vampire, with an air of seething anger, emanated a chilling presence that sent a shiver down my spine. Lenora, her name whispered in hushed tones throughout the supernatural community, stood before me in a mesmerizing black dress that clung to her every curve. The fabric, as dark as the night sky, shimmered with a hint of mystery and allure. It seemed to have been spun from moonlight itself, tracing intricate patterns across her body, leaving little to the imagination. The d

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"