Dahlia In Bloom Light Novel Novels & Stories

Witches can’t be trusted. “Its about time you all got here,” a voice called out. We all looked up to see Dahlia descending from the sky. “I was starting to think you all chickened out.” Her boot clad feet hit the snow and she gave us a smile. She was clad in a knee-length, light brown fur coat with fishnet stockings. Her long hair was neatly bundled at the back of her head and her makeup was perfect, as always. “Dante,” she acknowledged. “Dahlia.” I responded.

And Xander looked like he was one second away from murdering both of them. Alaia saw the situation escalating and stepped up to the group, taking Xander’s hand. “Good Morning, Gentlemen.” “Good Morning, Luna,” they both replied with slight nods of their heads. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. It’s quite the predicament, isn’t it?” “Yes, Luna, it is. But he’s too boneheaded to listen to reason!” “There’s no need for all of that, Benjamin. Since I’m here, though, I was wondering. What do the two of you think of dahlias? They are a beautiful flower with the most amazing coloring. A perfect mix of roses and daisies in my opinion.”

Everything needed to unfold exactly as planned. When I arrived at Dahlia’s house, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. I had successfully drawn her out, and now I was ready to finalize my revenge. A smile spread across my face as I thought about how she would respond to my proposal. My heart swelled with a mix of triumph and anticipation. This was my muse, my instrument of revenge, and she was about to be immersed in my world for the next few days. Dahlia greeted me at the door with a radiant smile that lit up her entire face. Her eyes sparkled with genuine happiness at my arrival. “Ares! I didn’t expect you so soon,” she said, her voice a blend of surprise and pleasure.

His grip on Dahlia loosens for just a moment, and I seize the opportunity, tearing her from his arms with a growl. “Dahlia,” I whisper, as I pull her to me, cradling her against my chest. Dahlia’s body is limp in my arms, her head lolling to the side as her shallow breaths stir against my chest. The wolfsbane’s stench burns my nose, mingling with the metallic tang of blood splattered across my fur. My wolf urges me to shift back, to tend to her, but Tatum isn’t done.

“Dahlia is fast. A runner to the core. She avoids conflict as much as possible, but she will fight if needed to. She has a quick mind as well. She’ll be a great scout once she finishes training.” “A scout, really? High honors for someone like her,” Oliver had chuckled. “And she’s a beta blood’s mate. I’m sure she’ll be happier-” Gunnar growled, and James had let him. Very little of what Oliver had just said sat well with him.

And then Dahlia walked in. The room seemed to freeze, and I saw Alice's back stiffen. Dahlia stood there like a deer caught in headlights, small and scared, yet there was something in the way she held herself that caught my eye. A flicker of defiance. Was there more to this little mouse than I thought? “What are you doing here?” I barked, almost at the same time Alice demanded, “Who are you?” Dahlia hesitated, her hands wringing together, her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her cheek is red and swollen from the slap. For a moment, I almost felt a stab of sympathy, but I shoved it down. She deserves nothing.

These events were meant for people with peculiar tastes, and his seemed very peculiar. I clenched the sheets tightly. “Can I at least know your name?” I asked. If I was going to let him use all of those things on me, I deserved to know his name. “Can you tell me yours?” “Dahlia,” I answered simply. He hummed. “A pretty, delicate flower. Dahlia…” He rolled my name off his tongue as if it were the most exotic thing he had ever said. “Now that you know mine, can I know yours?”

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

It wouldn’t be the first time Dyllen had taken hits during practice and honestly, he could use the distraction. “She might be an alpha but she’s still a girl,” Kadence called causing Dahlia to falter and miss her movement, triggering her to stay tight in Dyllen’s grip. “Little Flower’s too much of a wimp to be a real alpha, sure she wasn’t supposed to be an omega?” That hit its mark and Dahlia flinched as though struck and went limp against his hold. With a snarl, Dyllen let go and pushed her back by her shoulders. He tried to catch her eyes, but she kept her gaze averted and quickly broke free.

Chapter 37 Della's POV 'Breathe, Della,' I told myself and calmed myself down before turning my head back straight and slowly opening my eyes in horror. "I… You… What…" I was speechless to find that Kylian had completely taken off his clothes, leaving him naked.