Black Dahlia Killing Novels & Stories

I called out, finally having some of my strength back. “Those flowers…” she turned to face me, her jaw clenched. “Black dahlia and poppy…they are the harbinger of evil; a symbol of death. And they were cursed. How did you get your hands on them?” “I-I…” I pressed my hands to my throat, feeling like I hadn't had water in ages. Sarah got up from her side and handed me a glass of water, which I took gratefully and drank it all in one go like I had been parched for centuries.

Dahlia walked away last, turning her head slightly, as if she could feel my eyes through the camera. Then she smiled. Cold. Knowing. Poisonous. “She knows I’m watching,” I whispered. The feed cut suddenly. And I was alone. Trapped. Helpless. And furious. --- I paced the room, adrenaline crashing against fear like waves in a storm. My fists wouldn’t stop trembling. Adrian was alive. He was alive. But he was taken. And Dahlia… Dahlia wasn’t just some jealous ex. She was part of whatever killed me in my past life.

If I didn't manage to get things right this time around, I would do better to make sure that the results will be different the next time around. Dahlia seemed to hesitate and the way that her eyes shifted to linger on the flower pot on the ground made me feel that she might have slightly regretted what she had done. If what Desmond told me is true, then the King was ready to pass away at any moment. Without a doubt, when that time comes, there will be a lot of pressure for Dahlia to do so many things in order to aid Desmond with his plan. The best that I could do was wish that she would have the time to celebrate her birthday before the storm would break.

Instead of moving to get out of the tree, Alec just looks at me. “Well, come on!” I lower myself to the next branch, the pine needles catching in my coat. “Winter.” I look up at him. “You’re not seriously thinking about running, are you?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “But I want you to know what we’re about to walk into. These people… they’re killers. They’re here for blood.” A shiver runs through me. He’s giving me a chance to save myself, but I can’t do that. How could I ever live with myself if I ran away and abandoned everyone?

She could see that James was heavily wounded. Dahlia raised her sword but could not strike James down. James languidly opened his eyes and saw Dahlia gripping her long sword. Seeing the hesitation on her face, he said, “If you want to, you can kill me right now. However, you’ll definitely regret it.” “Why did you rescue me?” Dahlia bit her lips, her eyes betraying her internal conflict. She was conflicted about killing James.

“Well it didn’t work and I always planned on telling her just not so soon after getting her. I don’t wanna dump all our family’s secrets on her at once. She already knows about dad.” Dahlia has put all her time into training the warriors to keep herself occupied. Hunter and Dahlia lost their mother a few years ago to what the doctor’s believe was suicide. Hunter’s father died a few years before she did in a rogue attack. They weren’t fated so I still found it odd that her loss resulted in suicide by poising. She even left a note. She did love him but there was no mate bond. “Can I please just kick his ass already. He so needs it,” grumbles Hunter.

> “She’s asking about scents more often now. She can already track keener than most full-grown warriors. I caught Dahlia watching her again. I don’t trust that girl. Her smile is too quick, too calculating. Today, I felt a sharp twinge after the tea she brought. Mira didn’t drink any. Thank the goddess.” > I freeze. Dahlia brought her tea? My stomach tightens. My head snaps up. “Eryna,” I whisper, “there’s more.” She’s already beside me. I hold up the journal, tapping the page. We meet each other’s gaze, a mixture of shock and surprise on her face, she joins me in reading the next line: > “The blend of valerian and blackroot slows the effect of thallium… If anything happens to me, it will be

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

“Okay. Fine. I’ll draw her out. Just don’t die on me.” “I’ll try not to,” she muttered, already sliding into the shadows. I took a breath, then stepped into the open. Alissa wait. Maybe I… I acted too fast.” Alissa turned, her expression blooming with joy. I nodded slowly, approaching her. “I’ve thought about it, and dying for the bloodhounds isn’t worth it.” “I knew you would come around.” She reached out for me, and I kept my smile tight and my heart steady. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dahlia, creeping closer to her with a silver dagger in her hand. In an instant, Dahlia struck, and the silver blade plunged into Alissa’s chest, right over her heart.

He asked, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and shook my head. "You don't know? Shall I brief you on it then?" Tears stung my eyes as those words rolled out of his mouth. "Dahlia, am I going to die?" I asked Dahlia subconsciously, the fear gripping me even further. Dahlia responded immediately. "No, they can't kill you because they're your mates. If they kill you, they'll also be affected" she said and I breathed out in relief.