Black Dahlia Skullgirls の小説・ストーリー

Cara and Grace reluctantly followed suit, staring at the human skulls that lined the sides of the stairs with a red candle burning inside them. They stooped as they reached the top of the stairs, standing in front of the raven sculpture and Elena, their eyes roamed around the alter, noticing the dark and scary decorations of skulls, garlic, skull amulets, a weird sculptures of different demonic faces, and the numerous human bones that were placed inside the bowl that sat in front of the raven's sculpture. Elena gently placed the potion on top of the slab in front of the altar and slowly turned to them. "Who shall be the first? Come forward," Elena stretched out her hand to the girls, waiting

My heart pounded as confusion washed over me. “Dahlia,” I whispered urgently, my eyes never leaving the scene before me. “Why are they holding those gold jugs? What’s in them?” Dahlia’s gaze flickered toward the ring, and I saw the hesitation in her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond but seemed to be searching for the right words. “It’s… a ritual,” she began slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “The jugs contain a special liquid, a mix of herbs and other things. It’s part of the fight, a test of strength and resilience.”

They traded blows back and forth but it was obvious how much more experience the bandit had. All of Dahlia’s movements were clumsy, desperate, and he soon overwhelmed her. Skye shivered in Eician’s arms and they cried out as one when the tip of the wicked sword sunk into Dahlia’s abdomen. She stumbled back, blood covering the hand that gripped the wound as Brilyn caught her. The beta pulled her back towards the omegas while the other teens stepped forward, anxious but determined. Skye crouched down, hand out and glowing silver to stabilize her and Eician’s vision tunneled in on the blood. It wasn’t a deep wound but that meant little.

The skulls were arranged in rows. It was exactly like her dream. "Come on, are you scared of these skulls?' Piper laughed at her as she notice her flinch. "Come on! There is nothing to be scared of" Piper walked to one of the skulls and started laughing. "Piper! What are you doing?" Willow's eyes bulged. "Showing you that these are just decorations!" She laughed and picked one of the skulls and kissed it. *.*. TBC

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

a fraud, a pawn, a wife by necessity, nothing more. But the moment I stepped out, the walls I had just managed to put up again.. cracked. Because she was there. Standing in the middle of my chamber as though she belonged, her pretty figure bathed warmly in the firelight. The human girl who claimed to be Dahlia.. Her raven black hair fell loose around her face from its neat binding. A white bandage was wrapped around her head where the wound lay, but it didn’t hide the delicate line of her face. She wore a simple cream-colored tunic, loose at the sleeves, the hem brushing just above her ankles.

**Abaddon’s POV** Aurelia Rivers. The new girl at school. Funny how Black's High always seemed eager to figure out a new person way before they even settled in. Janelle knew exactly what she was doing by inviting her over to the group. The disgust I felt when Drey tried to flirt with her—worse, she seemed to enjoy every bit of it. Of course, my aura pressed down on her. She felt intimidated by my presence. Yeah, you should be.

*Dahlia* *DAHLIA* *DAHLIAAAAA* *I’m horny* *Like really horny* *I can’t get in the mood with anyone else. You have to save me* *I’m dying, actually dying and I have proof* I stared at my phone in horror as another message came through. This one was a photo. Every instinct I had screamed at me not to open it. Nothing good could come from opening a photo sent by Jace Blackmoor at midnight after he’d just told me he was horny. *Don’t click it,* Mena begged. *For the love of the Goddess, don’t click it.*

CHAPTER FOUR DAHLIA Dark, black hair. Blue eyes that signaled he was a god on the ice. That he was born for it. It made women burn inside for him. "That a certain nuisance no longer has his shit cleaner by his side. I'm expecting to see more collosal mess ups this time around." I didn't know if I would say I wanted that too. I didn't know if at this point I didn't really care about Evans and I was just trying to save my hide.

Clarita asks "I'm a witch" Lily replies, chuckling. "You think I lived all these years not to know how to handle myself while drinking?" "Okay..." "I'll have juice..." Dahlia says "And before you all disagree, we can't all get drunk. Your mates will kill me if I don't get you all home in one piece." "Aww, sorry..." Carla says before turning to the barman. "You have our orders." He bows slightly and leaves. The drink soon arrives, packaged inside black cardboard boxes with ‘Hell In A Cell’ printed on them in bold fiery letters. My eyes widen when the barman opens one and removes a skull decanter.