Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

She said to Dahlia, "Well, there were many reports that your handmaid Olena had secretly gone into the Lycan black market looking for herbs and especially nightshade," Dahlia muttered. Immediately, Gasps echoed around the throne room. Now she saw what game Dahlia was playing, especially since Olena wasn't there to speak for herself. And moments later, the door opened and a guard walked in, immediately holding a small vial that contained the nightshade plant. “This was found in your study. Or should I explain better? Your alchemy room, which you hide from the entire public.” Dahlia said,

“Why are you helping me?” “My name is Dylan, and I work with the government. I and my team are on an assignment to haunt criminals like Mr. Romenetti. But for now, our duty is to get his hostages out. We've done it before, and we are doing it again. What matters is your freedom, we will discuss the rest of the story later.” If my heart was once beating, I felt it relax like I had been poured an ice water. I nodded. “Alright then, let's get out of here.”

The gown had the look of a spring garden in full bloom, with a blossom-pink bodice and a whisper-of-blue skirt, as though the sky had been caught and wrapped around my waist. After I'm dressed, I head to Her Majesty's room so that Akino and I can help her get dressed. We pick out a black gown with red roses on the bodice. The gown is as dramatic as the night sky. Crimson roses, intricately embroidered, bloomed across the fitted black velvet bodice, their petals so vivid they seemed still wet with morning dew. The skirt flowed from her waist in an opulent cascade of black silk and blood-red tulle, a striking dual-colored curtain that pooled at her feet like a painter's deepest shades.

Unlike the last time she had on a blonde wig, an all black dress and a pair of sandals. She tossed her hair in the hair and laughed at herself. Delilah got on a motorcycle. “To the headquarters!.” Nick instructed. Delilah (Aviva) nodded and rode along. Delilah (Aviva) stopped her motorcycle when the red light came on. “You finally got the book!.” Delilah turned around to see Lucifer. “Remember the plan ?!.” Lucifer asked.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo. I watched him as he went down, I choose not to look at how he will be going to redeem Harold. I’ve seen him redeem lives before and it always pity me to see human dying. But well, all should die. I wonder why they never let Harold see her sister, for many years they created a lot of obstruction. Those are the question I am curious with, but was afraid to ask because I can’t afford to lose my power again.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Petra's POV I stood outside Dahlia's room, hand on the doorknob, listening for a sound or movement, but there was nothing. Either she was asleep or dead. Part of me hoped for death. The shameful, ugly part that lived in my chest like a tumor. The part that had been growing since Illara got sick and everything started falling apart. I turned the knob. The door opened with a soft creak that sounded too loud in the quiet hallway. The curtains were drawn, leaving everything dim and shadowed, but I could see her on the bed.

Grayson would gladly expose that I was friendly with one of the deadliest vampires. We were all seated in the living room and by we, I meant Dahlia, Caleb, Tamara, Aiden and myself. My eyes studied Dahlia's appearance. She looked paler than usual, the fireplace making her gray eyes appear luminescent. Her gray hair cascaded down her shoulders and she was wearing a loose black apparel; the dress a large contrast from her skin and hair color. She looked old and I could literally feel the age humming in her bones, like some form of energy.