Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

Dahlia shrieked, her figure melting into the brightness. And then all went black.

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

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.

Shaun liked to think of her as a loving, pleasantly kind matriarch who could turn into a fire-breathing dragon in the blink of an eye if she wasn't happy about something. Leeza stood hesitantly in the entrance of the ballroom holding a massive bouquet of flowers. Unlike the other flowers arriving, these were big and bright, much prettier than the carefully chosen bouquets from Dasha's personal florist. Displays had been pouring in all week; black roses dipped in some kind of liquid gold, which made them look like they were dripping. The arrangements were set high on pedestals all around the perimeter of the ballroom. Shaun hadn't known roses could come in black, but was quickly learning that

Witches can’t be trusted. “Its about time you all got here,” a voice called out. We all looked up to see Dahlia descending from the sky. “I was starting to think you all chickened out.” Her boot clad feet hit the snow and she gave us a smile. She was clad in a knee-length, light brown fur coat with fishnet stockings. Her long hair was neatly bundled at the back of her head and her makeup was perfect, as always. “Dante,” she acknowledged. “Dahlia.” I responded.

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

I hurriedly looked around trying to find any that would trigger my memory but none did,they all looked thr fucking same to me I let out a sigh of frustration as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Welcome to lia's flower shop how can I help you toda….” The sales person said her voice trailing off in shock. I turned around and felt my jaw go slack in shock, dahlia stood there in an apron, face stained with a little dirt,her hands shielded by the large green gloves she wore,legs in an equally large green boots, she stared at me,all the color drained from her face like she'd seen a ghost. “Dahlia?...” I asked still stareing at her in shock.

he replied, a devilish smirk on his face as he winked at Amelia. "Oh Dylan, I just came to say Hi. I am already busy tonight." she winked at him who replied, "Busy making money, eh?" "Yes, Mr Black is coming tonight. I have to seduce him," she said in a confident tone. Dylan chuckled but his chuckle got converted into a laugh and he couldn't stop it. "I-I am so sorry..." he said laughing, then took a deep breath and continued, "You are telling me that Kristopher Black may be seduced by you.."

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Dahlia's Vision Dahlia collapsed in the Temple Library three nights later. We found her convulsing, ink spilled across her hands and arms, a vision half-sketched beneath her. When she awoke, she couldn’t speak for hours. Only trembled. Finally, she looked at me. "She showed me the last door." "What door?" "The gate beneath the Hollow. The one that was never sealed. It’s beneath Duskfall. And it's... open." She handed me her sketch. A spiral of sigils, surrounded by bone pillars. At the center, a silhouette wearing no crown, no face.