Black Dahlia Killing Novels & Stories

I responded, and I left. On getting to the cell where I asked the warriors to lock Dahlia up, I was shocked to the marrow with what I found. Damn it! Dahlia was lying lifeless on the cold floor. She had been murdered. How come? Who might have access to the pack cell? Who killed Dahlia?

A little victory was allowed. “I’m glad you feel that way. I didn’t know how you would react if you thought I was a murderer,” Dahlia admitted. "I would never blame you for avenging my loved one and killing a monster," I told her. “Even if I told you it wasn’t our mate who killed Alpha Peterson, but me, because he was the one who shot your father?” Dahlia said cautiously. It was time I knew the truth.

"Dahlia. She's the one who sent the rogue. She wants my blood for some ritual to revive her dying pack and make herself Alpha. Kelly and Becca dug it up—pack records, old stories. I'm the sacrifice, Tyler. Me!" His face darkened, jaw clenching as he pulled me into a quick hug. "Slow down. Sacrifice? That's insane. Tell me everything." Kelly jumped in, her voice steady but urgent. "We used my dad's connections again. Shadow Veil pack, it's crumbling. Dahlia's the heir, desperate for power. The ritual needs Zeen blood. That's why she poisoned Aliyah, why she's targeting her to kill her for sacrifice." Becca nodded from the couch, her face pale. "We think she's planning it soon. The records men

~KADE~ I waited till Damian came to pick up Dahlia before going to see the damage she had created. I followed the sound of the screams and sighed when I saw the people she had beaten. They were three women and two men. Something didn't seem right though. When Axel and I blacked out, we didn't just bite them. By the time we woke up, they were all mutilated and dead. Why wasn't Dahlia killing them? Was her wolf still conscious when it went into the dark state or was her hybrid blood fighting the curse? Either way something was up and we all needed to figure out what.

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.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

into my ears, I felt cold and wondered who the next victim was gonna be. Dave died the previous day from an asthma attack which everyone thought but I knew it wasn't. How could I tell anyone that I could see their deaths without sounding delusional? "I'm crazy, this isn't real, please don't let it be" I screamed as I found the right words to express my dilemma. She laughed hysterically and the room echoed. Touching my face, I could feel how cold her hands were as she sheepishly said "It's gonna last forever, this is a blessing don't see it as a curse, you've been blessed with a power that no one could ever imagine".

“I’m Dahlia. I’m from the Cold Star pack. I was captured and held hostage by Red Ripper, but they had no use for me. I was too small and too weak for them to ever take much notice of me, so I was left in the cells to die. I was to be used in their witch’s experiments, but…” Her bottom lip wobbled, and her voice quavered, but she held firm, broadening her shoulders and hitching her chin out defiantly. Pale ginger curls clung to her brow with sweat. “There were rumours in the cells, rumours that the witch had escaped. They were struggling with their magic, unable to control it without her. Day became night, and the flowers and plants were all dying. I saw that for myself, when I ran.” Someone’

"He was such an intelligent man. It was such a shame when I put that bullet between his eyes." I gasped. "What?" My voice trembled. "Leave The Black Rose, Ellie... or else." He reached for a lock of hair that rested on my lashes, tucking it behind my ear. His touch felt like drinking battery acid, his words making my stomach churn, yet my mind still struggled to keep up. "I might have to kill you along with those men over there." Did he just... confess to killing Elijah? I heard a click behind my ear. The safety of a gun being turned off.

It was dahlias phone. She never left her phone lying around. Maybe she was so busy to use it anyway. I looked at the open phone and the contents of the phone. That was when I gasped. That bitch was trying to kill my father and my father has no idea. “What are you going to do now?” Grace asked me as dahlia entered the living room. “Has any of you seen my…” dahlia asked until she saw it in my hand. “You stupid woman,” I growled.