Black Dahlia Skullgirls Novels & Stories

As Judah stood overseeing the she wolves training, a familiar figure broke away from the rest, striding towards him with a determined look on her face. Dahlia Whitley was recovering from her injuries, the pack doctors having managed to work miracles, reversing most of the damage caused by Lisaś silver claws, all that remained as evidence of Dahliaś fall in pack ranks were four silver scars, from the top of her left eyebrow, across her face and ending at her lips. Judah privately thought that it added something special to her, she had always been gorgeous, but the addition of the scars gave Dahlia more of a badass aura, a look that had several of the pack warriors taking more cold showers tha

"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.

I whisper to her, “Where are we, and who are you? “We are in the Seelie court, and my name is Skyla.” Looking around, I see we are in a dungeon: stone floor, stone walls, and thick bars run across the front of the cell. I watch as Skyla bends, picking her chains up before moving so they don't make noise. Unlike mine, her hands are chained in front of her. Getting a better look at her, I think she must be about sixteen years old as it is clear she is transforming from a girl into a woman. Skyla has soft brown curly hair, olive skin, and a curvy figure. But it's her face that is the most beautiful thing about her, large blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a smile that radiates beauty and kindness.

"Three hundred thousand dollars" A beat. Dahlia blinked once. "That's suspicious". "Or generous", Kimberly countered. Then, without giving her room to escape, she grabbed two masks from the stand and shoved one into Dahlia's hand. "Pick". Dahlia exhaled slowly, glancing down. The masks were simple, but distinct— different colors, slight variations in design. She picked one at random. A black mask, lined faintly with silver along the edges. Kimberly beamed. "Perfect".

Some strange man and his open, giving hands. I remember running down a hill in my Hello Kitty boots—the pink ones with those daisies drawn with black-rim lines. No, the boots were lilac. Or maybe that was the daisies. Kicking the dew off long blades of wild grass, my feet flying out in front of me in a thin spray of tiny water drops. Diamanté scatter. Hello Kitty flashing her mouthless, feline face at me from the top slopes of my encased feet, her expression benevolent under her slanted bow. My head throbbing as I slowed, so I pressed my hands to my scalp, feeling heat and grease and tight, tugging pain.

They were my companions who’ve been with me since I first gained this power, sharing many experiences and battles with me. "Ahem...get up quickly! There's no need to go through all of that!" I notified them straight away. Then they both stood up and grinned towards me. They can't talk yet, but they will be able to after today. Analyse! [Capra Demon-Mystic Rank] Name: Skull Level 36 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-560. STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31

The one person that caught Rain’s attention in the crowd was a woman that stood closer to the casket and held a white flower in her hand. Tears were flowing freely down her face but not one single sob left her lips, her shoulders were squared and she looked as elegant as she looked heartbroken but that wasn’t what got her attention…it was her resemblance to Alexander. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, light brown hair pulled up into a tight bun and she wore a black dress that reached her ankles. She didn’t notice it at first until she stared longer, their lips, their noses…even their eyes only that her eyes were blue instead of brown and her skin was lighter and so was her hair color.

“Can you believe this slut called me by my name and not only that she was feeding the Alpha with a strange liquid? What is she doing here when she should be cooling her ass in the dungeon.” Amari turns to face an unbothered Talitha sitting beside the Alpha and checking his pulse. To check if he has died right? “What have you been feeding him?” she asked with a simple tone, no worry or interrogation in her voice just flat. If the collar wasn't on Talitha’s neck I would have thought she bewitched her. “The seven skulls and a few drops, nothing extra.” It banged in my head repeatedly with a loud echo ‘Seven Skulls.’

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled. She was tan and even though it was dark and her features were concealed by all that make up, it was obvious that she was beautiful. She wore jeans shorts that left all of her thighs exposed, and a black crop top paired with a rather pretty chocker necklace. She had boots on, ones she was quickly getting off her feet.