Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

"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.

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

I was surprised to see more than what they described. “How can you say that? You of all people…” there she was fighting a bunch of Lingerings. Dahlia played with a scythe like it was her usual weapon. It suited her. The High Priestess gazing at the abyss of death ready to take your soul away, she still needed a cloak to bring out the whole charm of death. “Do you think I don’t know what you are doing? Let me go back, I still have things to do.”

And in that reserved space, my fingers hovered over a piece of fabric, white and worn from so many nights of touch, draped over an obsidian hanger like a relic. Dahlia’s uniform. I plucked it off the hanger and felt the soft material in my fingers. My eyes fluttered to a close as I brought it up to my nose and inhaled deeply… that scent… a mixture of strawberries and some strange flower that triggered something in the farthese points of my memory. Intoxicating… maddening, fury inciting. “If you keep doing that you will bring damnation upon yourself much sooner, it will only cause your obsession to grow stronger,” Orion commented.

Dahlia was standing very far back in the crowd. It took her quite a bit of effort to squeeze her way to the front row. When she finally spotted the woman Trevor was leading, she felt a sense of familiarity. As she began furrowing her brows, the woman lifted her head. Dahlia was shocked to see who the true heiress of the Saun family was. She could not help but yell out, "Stella?!" The scream was incredibly abrupt in the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Stella paused for a moment, casting a faint glance toward the audience.

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

Go right ahead! Diego sighed and walked out. He was sure it was Amelia and he was going to meet her. "Just be careful! we don't know what she's up to and.....Arrrgggh!" She groaned in frustration. "What a stubborn man!" * * * * * * Li-lah turned on the music and started dancing to it. She moved her body slowly and sensually. Her dark red dress had a halter neckline which exposed her ample chest. Her dark raven-black hair fell gently to her shoulders.

As the helicopter descended gracefully onto the sprawling grounds of the Ryan's mansion, the whirring blades gradually came to a halt, their noise fading into the background. The door slid open smoothly, revealing a scene that felt surreal, as if plucked from a dream. Amidst the air of sophistication and opulence emanating from the mansion, a breathtaking woman emerged from the aircraft, poised and graceful. Rosa, her name whispered with awe and admiration, personified elegance and allure. Her light-skinned complexion seemed to radiate with a soft, inner luminescence, enhancing her already stunning features.

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c