Black Dahlia Ghost Adventures Novels & Stories

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

Like the name Dahlia had resurrected ghosts we weren’t supposed to disturb. And for the first time, I wondered if everything I thought I knew about Reese—and about that story—wasn’t the full truth at all. Or maybe, it wasn't even the truth at all…

Her subconscious mind started getting better with time as he gave her an assurance of living life once more. She started feeling sleepy due to her continuous crying and sobbing. The exhaustion took over body as she was about to doze off and the door of the room banged open. Only Carlos knew the code to open. Snapping her head forward she was about to run abruptly towards the door. But the moment her eyes landed on the frame standing in front of her, blood froze in her veins making her surroundings spinning. She blinked her eyes to get a hold of the situation but her blurred vision betrayed her immediately. She wasn’t expecting that, not even in her worst dream. “Greta…” A whisper came out in

She moved the dagger down in a fluid motion, as if she were cutting into the wards that were keeping me apart from Avalon. The wind began to pick up as Lilith struggled to cut through the portal. Her skirts and hair flying wildly about her. Her feet picked up off the ground as she continued her enchantment, by now she was all but screaming the words. Eventually light began to break through the cut in the nothingness before us, and suddenly a whole new scene appeared before us.

“Am I? Then why am I the one calling you?” Silence. Adrian clenched his jaw. “Who did I just kill?” “A doppelganger,” Ghost said smoothly. “A little distraction. I knew you would come for Selene’s father. I knew you would come for me. So, I sent someone in my place.” Adrian’s hand tightened into a fist. He had been tricked. “Where are you?” he asked, voice calm but deadly. Ghost chuckled. “Now, now, Adrian. If I wanted you to find me, you would have by now.”

A sigh escaped my lips as I typed, deploring my feeble backbone. “Meet you out in five.” So I bundled up for the cold night, tiptoed all the way down the stairs and sneaked out the backdoor. He waited for me in the middle of the garden, keeping his distance from the Manor. Back to his black outfit, he reminded me of something I’d heard in many a ghost-hunting video: a shadow darker than the darkness around. That was Brandon Price under the stars, before the full moon rose above the woods. Not exactly an appealing figure to approach on that freezing dark night. The only pro was that he’d replaced his baseball hat with a beanie, which would allow me to see about an inch more of his shadowy fac

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

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?"