Black Dahlia Ghost Adventures Novels & Stories

He just sat by a corner, observing. Dahlia placed a bowl that contained water in front of her with three candles around. She lit the candles but soon, one went off and just produced smoke. She took out a dagger and cut Darin’s hand to get some blood. She poured it into the bowl that contained water, signaling for Peter to come and dress the wound. When all that she needed was ready, she went down on her knees, closed her eyes, and started chanting a spell. Peter dressed the wound immediately and went back to where he was, far away from Dahlia.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

It was time, this was her night! Dahlia silently entered the first village, her figure blending into the night. She was not spotted by any guard as she passed. She reached the first cottage, and with a wave of her hand, the door opened as if welcoming her in. Looking around, her eyes found a young girl, barely six years old, tucked beneath a soft blanket and with slow motion, Dahlia reached out her hand and whispered an incantation. "Somnus." The little girl's breathing slowed as an unnatural sleep overtook her. She was already asleep but with the spell, it made her sleep deeper, almost to the point one would wonder if the little girl was still breathing.

A deathly silence filled the room. Whitley’s face paled, shifting from flushed red to a deathly ashen white. She pointed a trembling finger at the candlestick holder. “It... it...” She stammered for a long time and was unable to form a complete sentence. Then, she let out a blood-curdling scream, turned, and ran outside. She scrambled away frantically without looking back. I watched her panicked retreat, then looked again at the candlestick holder on the table, and sighed.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

My hand sneaked to the scythe Dahlia left behind. “You can’t use that. It will corrupt your mind,” she darted towards me kicking the scythe away. “Don’t be scared of me! I don’t know why you have this reaction. This is unusual! I am not used to this kind of reaction. People usually, when in front of me, fall in love or are bewildered by my beauty,” she caressed her cheek. She floated in the air like a ghost but in this part of the world, ghosts didn’t float.

The air smelled of mold and rust. Eli’s heart started racing again. The darkness from the ballroom still lingered in his mind. He pulled against the chains, panic rising fresh in his chest. “Hello?” he called out, voice hoarse. “Is anyone there?” A figure stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room. Tall. Thin. Wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up. The person moved closer until the light from the bulb illuminated their face. Eli’s breath caught. The Ghost.

Even if I dared to doubt his confession, the way his eyes closed was pure ecstasy. “It’s a nice touch to our home. I’m sure your guest will love it if she’s a lover of flowers.” He commented, earning a chuckle from me. I haven’t told him yet who Dahlia and Zahra are to me. I’m worried about how he’s going to take it, he just lost Cami, after all. So all I spilled was that a very important guest will be staying with us for a few days. I also worry the three of them might not bond well, but I’m at least certain Dahlia and Davies will share a common ground over their love for flowers. Ghost soon got bored after hovering around the center table and throttled out of the building.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold ash. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a god, and not a machine, but a Revenant of the Foundry, his skin still charred by my sunset-gold fire, his eyes glowing with the hollow, blue light of a Man who has already been through Hell. "Welcome back to the Foundry of the Soul, Darlene," Silas growled, his voice a perfect mirror of my own nightmares. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Ghosts she thought she had Buried."