Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

I wanted to believe it. But Dahlia made sure I couldn’t forget the danger waiting. She stood at the far end of the courtyard, draped in a gown of scarlet that clung to her like the flame she wanted to be. Her eyes found me immediately, and her lips curled in that poisonous smile. She didn’t need words. Her whole presence screamed the threat she had made in the corridor: I will crush you. I will make you choke on your pride. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, pacing. Let me at her, Kira hissed. One slash, one bite, and her games end.

Dahlia While Zahra was still squealing and swooning around, my eyes hadn’t left the fine print. The longer I stared at it, the more I was dazed. Haunted by the cold truth that made my ribs constrict—I’m going to break my daughter’s heart. Won’t she hate me for this?

The unmistakable scent of blood fills the air as crimson spills from my palm, staining the pristine floor beneath me. "This is for humiliating the future Luna in front of everyone," Amara seethes, pressing down harder, making me bite back a cry. Her eyes gleam with triumph, as if this moment—this sick, twisted moment—was something she had been waiting for. "And trust me, Dahlia," she purrs, her voice almost sweet, "this is just the beginning."

He went to the washroom and when he came back drying his hair with a towel, wearing his casual tee and jeans, he spotted the black cloak at his bed. "Doesn’t it belong to Stephen? Was he here last night"? He thought to himself. He took the cloak that he was intending to return it to him when downstairs. But as he held it, it was so soft. Almost slipped in his hand. He took it close and sniffed. That scent was heavenly. He felt all his food getting relaxed and intoxicated. Like a drug. He sniffed once more and again and again and again. He was surely getting high on it. He held the cloak close to him, putting one arm on his shoulder as if holding Stephen for a dance, without music. He was twi

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?"

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

I could hear the car start behind me as he reversed and drove out of the car park. I breached the entrance, stepping into the mass hallway as I swivelled past loads of people who were standing around chatting and getting in my way. I walked down the long hallway as my class came into view at the end of the hall. My footsteps came to a stop when I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder. I twisted my head around to come face to face with Lillian Dale. Her blue eyes, which are outlined with mascara, are watching me accusingly. She blinks a few times, revealing the dark eyeshadow she is wearing as she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder. She's wearing a skimpy black top and jean shorts

I've never had a problem with spending money on a woman but Juni has a money spending addiction. I think that's why she always mingles with the rich. I'm currently staring at my phone's screen when I hear someone beside mention Dahlia's name. I immediately lift my head towards the garden's entrance and I can't seem to breathe properly. There she is standing tall on some shimmering heels, holder a little bag to match the shoes and not forgetting the red fitting gown with a shirt like bodice, fitting all her curves in all the right places. The red seems to shine under the lights here.

" She raised her eye brows and stretched her neck. She wasn't in the mood to know about any flowers at all, not when they are more important things to face right now. "I guess you are dumb in some aspects hun." Mama Liya mocked. Jane just rolled her eyes. "Who in the world spend alot of times learning about flowers?" "People who are dumb like you." Her grandmother said sarcastically and laughed lightly. Mama Liya wanted to motivate Jane again, cause she thought her granddaughter's hope was fading due to the things happening. "Black Eyed Susan is a flower, a special strong flower to be precise. Am telling you this because, I want you to have the spirit of a Black Eyed Susan. It a flower that