Black Dahlia Ghost Adventures Novels & Stories

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?"

"My name is Darcy. Also, I want to tell you something, the elder ghost isn't at the castle's library but deep inside the abandoned castle in the middle of Holler Forest. Find her there and don't go alone," "Thank you, Darcy," she winked at me before she faded away because the water dried up. I beamed and fist-pumped the air happily. New friend!

"The Blood Bane will tear you apart if they find you here." Dahlia laughed, a sharp, melodic sound that chilled the blood in my veins. She reached out, her long, claw-like nail tracing the line of my jaw. I flinched, but I couldn't move; it was as if the air around me had turned to lead. "Let them try," she whispered. "But they’ll be too busy bleeding for a throne that won't exist in a week. I came to give you a final reminder, little healer." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a terrifying hiss.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

The throne of bone began to vibrate. "What are you doing?" Iyanla shrieked, her red-feathered wings beginning to dissolve. "I'm opening the pantry," I said. I shoved my bleeding hand into the obsidian eye in the floor. The sound that followed was not a scream. It was the sound of three thousand ghosts realized they were being offered a different kind of meal. The ashen shadows didn't attack Adaeze. They attacked the shears. They poured into the void-blades like water into a crack. The obsidian slivers began to glow with a sickly, bruised violet. Adaeze’s face twisted, her skin beginning to crack into white salt.

Dahlia's fingers clutched onto Laura's shirt as if she was trying to hold on to hope and cried hard on Laura's chest. It was such a heartbreaking scene that Laura's heart tightened. However, the cries had died down, which made Laura's eyes widen as she looked at Dahlia in horror. “D...Dahlia? Dahlia!” Her face paled, filled with horror as she shook Dahlia's shoulder, trying to wake her up, yet failed. On the other hand, when Kaleid went to the room where Dahlia was staying, in the middle of the night, his eyes darkened and his eerie vibes had completely engulfed the room.

Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears. “Young recruit will have to dedicate to the galaxy. You have the white of the fairy flower, the beauty of the unicorn and you are the pride of the phoenix. Don’t let me down!” The sound made Olivia curious about her identity. Fairy flower? Unicorn? Phoenix? Why did he say that? She doesn’t know. No one tells her about that. Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole.

Adeline moved fast. Within a day, my younger sister was bound and dumped in a deserted outskirts area. Around her lay piles of wood, drenched in pungent gasoline. My sister struggled frantically, but the ropes held her tight. Then Adeline appeared, dressed in a striking red gown. For a brief moment, my sister's eyes lit up with recognition—then quickly shifted to terrified concern. "Adeline! What are you doing here? You have to run—it's dangerous here!"

There is no sound at all to mark the arrival of a sword in Aiden’s hand. Dark shapes vault over the top of the boarding around the bandstand and lope towards us from more distant trees. I judge more than twenty, perhaps twice as many though I have no time for a proper count. Still more shapes lurk in the shadows under the trees further back. I reach out to Blackmarsh. Come to me! I call the ghosts. Come and fight! “/Jade, sunglasses./” Shelley orders, and Jade hurries to obey as the witch holds up a handful of powder and flings it skywards. “/Daylight in three, two, one-/ God of the Day, grant your light! So mote it be!”

And now he felt awful for what he was about to do. Zariah's brows twitched when the spy's eyes swirled into a bright red shade. Shadows of smoke seeped into the atmosphere when he whispered an eerie tone. Zariah was caught off guard when morbid-looking ghosts appeared out of nowhere to attack her. She glanced at the omega, who was limping as he ran off. 'This cannot be. Only Pandora and Arlen can-' In her moment of distraction, the ghosts took hold of her wrist and blinded her path. But the second Zariah broke free, the spy was gone.