Black Dahlia Avenger Novels & Stories

And the GodMother—the woman the underworld still whispered about—stood in her place. Her hair was pinned up. Red lipstick adorned her lips. Black gloves covered her hands. Ava stared at herself in the mirror. Sharp eyes met her gaze. Sharper edges defined her presence. The dress she had chosen was matte black, slashed at the thigh and stitched for movement, not seduction. She strapped on the holster under the silk shawl and slid the knife behind her spine. “We’re running late,” Rafael said as she stepped into the waiting SUV. “They’ll wait,” Ava replied. “They always do.”

Anthony suddenly asked. “Well, since I am named after the Dahlia flower, I had done some research before when I was younger about what the flower symbolizes. I don't remember the meaning for all the colors, but I do know the general meaning,” I replied before my lips curved up into a smile. In fact, it was impossible for me to stop smiling from the way that I was feeling so giddy inside. “The Dahlia flower stands for beauty, kindness, dignity, and most of all inner strength,” Anthony said slowly and clearly as if he wanted me to cherish and absorb in every single word and every single meaning behind the flower.

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.

I watched her pull up three different screens to run different programs. It only took her three minutes and thirty-two seconds to find some useful information. “Palmer Davidson. Age forty-three. Originated from the Dalestone pack but challenged for the Alpha title of Crimson Park at age thirty-seven.” Dahlia’s face paled when she said the original pack’s name. She immediately dialed a number on her phone, putting it on speaker so that we could also hear. “Dalestone pack. Alpha Denver speaking,” a man said. Dahlia’s fingers drummed on her desk, and I could see how she was trying to control whatever she was feeling. I did the same thing when I was overwhelmed.

"We're eight, General. You and the Luna. Eric and Lily. Bear, Ivar, Henrik, and me. That's eight." I smile when I finally understand what she's driving at. I had forgotten about what I heard her telling Ash over the phone about fighting alongside us. Dahlia is a good warrior but she's no match for ape hybrids that are twice my size and more than eight feet tall. None of them can fight these monsters that were purposely created for killing. My men are Vikings. I know it will bruise their ego if I tell them to sit this one out for their protection. They would rather die fighting than stay behind.

"Sister Rima, allow me to introduce you to my friend, my most trusted advisor, and my personal knightess, Dahlia Black." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dahlia, I must say I am impressed with your status, Both an advisor and a knightess, truly Impressive." Rima tried to sound as gentle as possible without being sloppy, it would be a lie to say that she liked the girl, on contrary, she was wary of her, the girl's expression didn't change a bit by Rima's words and instead, she started walking toward her, when she was standing right in front of the ice queen, who almost took a step back, feeling intimidated by the black-haired girl, the last opened her mouth.

If I rescue Dahlia out of here and disappear from her life, she can start anew… She and my child can start over again… As much as there was pain in my heart from this bittersweet realization, I pushed forward. I’m coming my Dahlly! I’m coming! ****************************** DAHLIA: “You, savage beast, let me go!” I turned around to flee, but it was no use. Helion Cosco was the Apricus King, and therefore the strongest of all the damned members of the Vampire Clan. It would be a delusion to think I could escape from his very grasp, and yet I still struggled as much as I can to make him suffer a bit.

Dea mused. "Silver and wolfsbane, also known as aconite," the answer was out before I could think about it. I trusted Dea not to use that information against me. Maybe that was foolish of me but I wanted her to see me and my weaknesses so she could see that I trusted her enough to be vulnerable around her. In turn, she could do the same.

The twins and I dress in our cheer uniforms and prepare to head down stairs when we are stopped by a bouquet of black dahlias at the front door. “Why would Aspen send you black dahlias,” asks Olivia. “Yeah, aren’t they like a symbol of betrayal,” says Oliver. “Umm…I’m not sure. Maybe he doesn’t know what they mean and just thinks they’re pretty?” I set the flowers on the table after tossing the dead ones, believing Aspen just thinks they’re pretty. Dahlias are not found in the elf realm, so maybe he doesn’t know what they mean here. We head downstairs to grab a quick breakfast to find Luca sitting with his little brother.