Black Dahlia Killing Novels & Stories

“I warned you once. Now I’m not warning again.” Cassian’s eyes flicked between them. “What is this?” Dahlia ignored him. “You killed the board, Anaïs. But you forgot what happens when you cut off the head of a snake.” Anaïs’s voice was low. “It grows another?” “No,” Dahlia said. “It bites.”

Kael said, then looking at me he paused. “Don't worry, just say it” Xavier said, urging him on. Kael looked me down again, distrust written all over his face. Then turning to the Alpha, he said “The intruder–he is dead” he said. “What? That's not possible. I clearly didn't kill him before throwing him into the prison” Alpha Xavier said, his face hard. “Someone must have murdered him in the prison to keep his mouth shut” Kael said. All the while listening to this, fear grew in my heart, my heart was thumping so fast and loud that I could hear it. Why is this happening because of my locket? Someone was killed because of it?

He gave the child to his oldest and turned to Dahlia. "You may leave the palace in the morning. I do not wish for you to live here," said Davenor and made sure his sons were out. -------------- The Kingdom of Mauryae woke to the news of their King's passing. The murder shook the continent. Rishi killed Dahlia in fury for poisoning their father as she vindictively spoke of how she did it in front of the council. She claimed that she was right in doing so as the King was going to desert her.

According to the information she heard that it was a hundred percent him. “Miss dahlia, who do you think who could destroyed the Hagoromo family?” Said one of their family member. “ I don’t think so, but as far as I experienced the way you described him, the way I figured it out who was the one destroyed the Hagoromo family” dahlia replied. “Miss dahlia, I think it could be Joshua Decker?” said her secretary nervously. Dahlia stared at her, she was now a hundred percent sure that Joshua was the one who destroyed the Hagoromo family. She sighed deeply and said to her family members.

"By observing his body language and taking note of daily events, you'll be better equipped to anticipate his desires." "Ah, but the trouble with that is, Dahlia, you can't possibly know what's going on inside his head," I replied in jest, attempting to lift the mood. "Perhaps his previous slave tried to read him too closely, and read too much," I added with a laugh. However, my attempt to lighten the mood fell flat as Dahlia's expression remained somber. "Don't joke about that, Serafina," Dahlia said, her tone serious. "The slave had died from a strange poisoning. We still don't know who did it or why."

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.

Through the branches, I saw the duplicate of Dahlia, her fingers glowing with a sickly violet fire as she raised her hand to strike Nicola down. Nicola was backed against a tree, pale and trembling, but still fiercely clutching the case of vials to his chest. “But I can stop you, Dahlia.” I let out loud enough for her to hear me so I could shift her focus from Nicola to me and save him from her attack. “So pick on someone your own size.” Dahlia’s hand froze midair, the violet fire flickering as her head snapped in my direction. The sheer shock on her face was priceless. Clearly, she hadn't expected me to choose the vials over my daughter.

I was surprised to see more than what they described. “How can you say that? You of all people…” there she was fighting a bunch of Lingerings. Dahlia played with a scythe like it was her usual weapon. It suited her. The High Priestess gazing at the abyss of death ready to take your soul away, she still needed a cloak to bring out the whole charm of death. “Do you think I don’t know what you are doing? Let me go back, I still have things to do.”

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.

Her outfit, which was a simple floral gown, made her look etheral. “Drisellda has possessed her body completely.” “Shit.” “Wait a second. That’s not Emily? Zander shook his head. “No, it’s not Kira.” Fuck. Even more reason to be worried. Drisellda would kill him for sure. “I got your message. Dahlia and I were working on a way to stop Drisellda.” Dahlia, who had surprisingly not sent a death glare my way (I could’ve sworn she hated me) brought out what looked like a knife from the sack she was holding.