Black Dahlia Skullgirls Novels & Stories

"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".

Sky and Dahlia saw how ashamed Jade felt and they giggled. Dahlia stepped outside to receive some fresh air when she looked up and saw that it was going to be a full moon. She rushed back to class and tells Jake secretly so the others wouldn't hear. They both went to the janitor's closet so they could hold him off in there. Dahlia quickly grabbed things she thought would hold off Jake's wolf out of the closet. He told her to hurry up that he couldn't hold his wolf in any longer. Dahlia looked at the sky from the closet's window and saw that the moon was already at its fullest. She hurriedly brought the heavy stuff out. She saw the key to the door by the window side and quickly grabbed it. Wh

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.

For some reason, she had lost her anger. “It's because I'm looking at the gorgeous woman that I would like to spend the rest of my life with her and make her my queen.” Suddenly, ‘Dahlia’ brows furrowed and she let out a whimper. She used enormous strength to forcibly break free from Kaleid's embrace as she loudly howled, accompanied by the pain in her voice. Her eyes were tightly closed as she grabbed hold of her head. Because of so much pain that hit all over the nerves inside of her brain, she banged her head on the wall, which Kaleid reacted quickly as he stopped her from doing again.

I want to brush my teeth. Susie steps soft toward her, then crouches at her side. He doesn’t know it, but there’s a scimitar behind his head. It’s curved in a half-circle, too black to catch the light. So sharp it shreds the air as it trembles. It hovers against his neck where his blood is closest to the surface. How dark will it be when it slips out his wounds? Staining slide.

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.

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.