Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

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

He laughs slightly. “No, they are a real rose.” “Mmm, never seen them before.” I roll my eyes. “Ignore that, of course, I won’t have I barely got to go anywhere.” “Daisy, even if you had the freedom to travel the world, you likely wouldn’t have seen them. It took a week to get them. They are extremely rare, had someone painted them I would be wanting blood considering the cost. They are Juliet roses.” “They are beautiful.” I thought they had painted them that colour.

“Who’s Martha?” Viola suddenly looked distracted and then looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Rain looked in the direction Viola was staring at so intensely. It was Alexander. Nice l, she hadn’t been able to spot him or anyone else all night. Wait. He was with…Andrea? He was smiling at Andrea and she was smiling back…Andrea wore a black dress as well but she…she looked so stunning that Rain knew she wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to her. Who knew she hid such a killer body behind that pants suit she wore.

Brian hastened to reassure the girl even as he nudged Maeve from his lap and stood up. Lea Diane, smiling with relief, and led the way to the room. She opened the door then stood to one side to allow Brian and Maeve to enter before her. She smiled at Maeve's gasp of surprise. The Dahlia Room was done in tasteful shades of green and red, suggestions of the flower in question here and there with the use of shadows and empty space. Great big vases stood on two tables, each holding three dozen of varying types of Dahlias and adding a subtle perfume to the air. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the back wall and some pieces of equipment Maeve didn't recognize along with a couple

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

ey heard a sarcastic voice and turned to see Leah. Leah was also part of the people who maltreated her and to make it all worse she was the head maid's favorite so her life became a living nightmare with both of them in it. " Don't speak like that to Andrea, at least respect the fact that she's a princess." Mia cautioned her. Andrea was starting to regret slipping out one day that she was the princess of the dark mark-moonednowit has backfired because everyone just used it to taunt her.

She only bowed and left quietly. Dahlia stood from the bed after a few minutes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She pushed the curtains aside, letting the morning light flood the room. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. This wasn't the Voss manor. It was a villa— an enormous one at that. But what caught her attention were the flowers. Dahlias filled every corner of the garden below in a stunning display of color. Deep crimson, almost black, formed neat rectangular beds. Coral pink ones clustered together like gossiping bouquets.

Dahlia This night couldn't get any worse than it already is. Why is Daisy here? Why isn't that bitch dead already?! Not only that but she's the Luna of the mysterious Crimson Moon pack. The true wolves of the night? How? She's nothing more than a weak slut!

Bold and stubborn. She is smart and demands what she wants. And clearly, I can see she is not one who gets afraid easily. Even if she is pretending, well, it means that she is really, really good at it. And who am I to let such a beautiful talent slip through my fingers at this time when I need such a gift the most? Dahlia has boldly offered me a deal soaked in blood. To kill her step-siblings on our wedding day. Her words were spoken like a curse she laid upon them. Filled with so much venom. She made no effort to hide the despicable death wish she has for them.

I smiled and declared, "Let the game of hide and seek begin." Through the cameras, we watched as Shadow frantically searched the dorm, muttering to herself, "Where? Where is she?" While Shadow was tearing the place apart looking for me, Celeste and I were already out of the school, having been picked up by Helena and taken to her luxurious mansion. The three of us sprawled out on a sofa larger than most beds, sipping champagne and enjoying delicious desserts made by a personal chef. Back at the dorm, Shadow was seething with rage, while in Helena's mansion, Howard was in tears, groveling while begging for forgiveness. But Helena just spat coldly, "It's over between us. Stop bothering me and