Black Dahlia Avenger Novels & Stories

Recognition flashed in Amanda’s eyes, widening briefly before narrowing again on Dahlia. Dahlia met her stare, a wicked smile curling across her lips. Pain laced the dark grin as she clutched her wound. “Now you know… I’m Evelyn,” she said, her voice dangerous and edged with anguish.

Dahlia shrieked, her figure melting into the brightness. And then all went black.

Enough to make her blush when she sees herself. I gently laid her head on the pillow and covered her with a blanket. Then I slipped off the bed, pulled on my robe, and walked to the daybed by the window. Something was bothering me, preventing me from closing my eyes. Delilah was immune to silver. If Delilah was sent by those who wanted to dethrone me, I doubt they’d act recklessly. They might even imprison her, considering how dangerous a werewolf immune to both silver and wolfsbane could be.

"I assume you wish to speak with your Alpha and Luna so go ahead. I want to listen though." I dip my head and then look at my Alpha and Luna. "It may be too late now but I remember everything. It may not help find Skylar since we have him back but I want revenge on what the bitch did to me and my pup." My wolf pushes for control but I push back. Not now. "She's going to pay... Dahlia Summers will pay..." I clench my fists and let out a snarl. Daisy's eyes widen before darkening into a dark gold color. Aiden grabs her arm and looks at me as if searching for something. "Dahlia, the Luna of Moonlight, is the one who attacked you that night?" He asks for confirmation.

Dahlia found me at the entrance to the amphitheater, still vibrating with nervous energy, her Ventus Yellow robes fluttering like a panicked bird. "Mira, you're literally the main character of every scandal today." The words came out in a wheeze, Dahlia's hand clutching her chest. "First the silent spell, then the shove heard round the world, and now you're walking around with a glow that definitely wasn't there this morning." "It's not a glow." Zephina appeared from the shadows of a pillar, her Aqua Blue blazer catching the dim light. "It's the scent of Ignis royalty. Or did I imagine the Vampire Prince carrying her off like a trophy?"

—AVA— The sky bled pink as dawn broke over the rebel valley. Smoke from the ridge still lingered. Cassian’s injuries were healing. Lucien sharpened blades with silent intensity. Darius hadn’t left Ava’s side since Moonspire. And Ava? She stood at the head of the gathering ground—not as a candidate, not as a prize. But as the woman who would end the Trials. She wore black. No jewels. No crown. Just the dagger of the First Queen at her hip.

Replied Dahlia to her. Dahlia stood up when she poured the melted cream in her dress. She went to the cashier to have a wet tissue. Her phone was popped up a notification. Mitchell saw her phone screen pictures. It was Joshua decker. She was confused because she was familiar with the man in the photo. When dahlia went back, Mitchell asked her seriously. Dahlia who was the man in your screen pictures?” “Ah, he was my future husband soon, his name is Joshua decker the only son of Vanlimz family, why did you ask?” said Dahlia to her.

I wanted to believe it. But Dahlia made sure I couldn’t forget the danger waiting. She stood at the far end of the courtyard, draped in a gown of scarlet that clung to her like the flame she wanted to be. Her eyes found me immediately, and her lips curled in that poisonous smile. She didn’t need words. Her whole presence screamed the threat she had made in the corridor: I will crush you. I will make you choke on your pride. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, pacing. Let me at her, Kira hissed. One slash, one bite, and her games end.

"I usually never offer this, but darlings, you don't have to witness this. You can both leave, and no one will ever know, including him." Ava's voice, barely audible but firm, whispered, "No." The dominatrix smirked, seemingly impressed. "A strong-willed girl, exactly what he needs. But remember, I did offer." Then, with a swift motion, she tore the blindfold off Carver. His pupils, dilated in shock, tried to focus on Ava. The raw vulnerability and the intensity of pain reflected in his eyes struck Ava to the core. It was as if their souls were momentarily intertwined, and she felt every jolt, every shock, every ounce of agony he experienced. Her heart ached, from the horror unfolding befor

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.