Dahlia Mystic Fantasy の小説・ストーリー

She huffed and I laughed. I made my way down to the 1st floor to meet dahlia, she stood tapping her foot at the front door as I descended the staircase. Dahlia was a cute girl. Emerald green eyes, her thick black locks were cut into a short wavy bob and her frame was petite yet powerful. Her olive skin matched my own. At first glance she could be mistaken for a child but her aura quickly told of her powerful (and hot headed) nature. She was 1 year my senior and wouldn’t let me forget it for a minute.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Beside me, Dahlia was vibrating with enough energy to power a small city, her Ventus Yellow cape fluttering like a canary's wings. "I'm telling you, Mira, the look on that water mage's face? Priceless," Dahlia giggled, elbowing me in the ribs. "He didn't just faint... he evaporated. You're officially the most dangerous thing in this school, and you haven't even cast a spell in class yet." I laughed, a melodic sound that felt foreign even to my own ears. "He was just overwhelmed by the Ignis aesthetic, Dahlia. Red is a very stimulating color."

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

He laughs slightly. “No, they are a real rose.” “Mmm, never seen them before.” I roll my eyes. “Ignore that, of course, I won’t have I barely got to go anywhere.” “Daisy, even if you had the freedom to travel the world, you likely wouldn’t have seen them. It took a week to get them. They are extremely rare, had someone painted them I would be wanting blood considering the cost. They are Juliet roses.” “They are beautiful.” I thought they had painted them that colour.

“Would you care to dance.” Oh. My. Gods. That voice just did things to me. Turning to look at who’s speaking with me, Ryland’s standing before me with his hand out. Oh, my Gods, oh my Gods, oh my Gods, speak you idiot. “I’d love to Ryland.” His smile widens when I say his name. I’m not sure why, but I’m glad. Ryland’s hair reminds me of the darkest of nights. Looking into his bright amethyst eyes is like looking into the Milky Way. Getting lost in them would be so easy. His beauty honestly makes me feel bland.

As soon as she was physically able to, Dahlia had gone straight to the cottage on the far edge of town, paying a visit to the reclusive witch there. After paying the old woman a kings ransom, Dahlia gained possession of a small pouch of powder, it had no trace of a smell,or any noticable taste and the old lady had assured her that one it was mixed with a drop of Dahliaś blood, sprinkling a little on the desired persons food every day for seven days would convince both man and wolf that they were mates. Penny, one of her lowly followers was more than happy to visit the kitchens every night, taking Gamma Judahs plate of food to his study, where he spent most of his time lately.

Alice asked and jean nodded "Who"I asked confused "Dave" Alice said "Why are you asking if she like you're outfit" I asked "Well, I kinda like Dave" Alice said I read the expression on Jenny's face, she tried as much as she could to fake a smile but I saw right through it. Dave and jenny have grown so cl, I think he likes her, I know because of our psychic connection. Jenny POV We walked out of the room, we finally found a cute outfit for Alice, a brown jacket covering her white shirt with black jeans, it was all Nikki's idea.

Both Remmy and I went and said hi to the few as I was sipping my red wine. "By the way Remmy,why did you drink past your limit yesterday?Is everything alright?"I asked being concerned. "I got..."he stopped until I realized where he was looking at.At the stairs there was a lady in red satin dress.May I say she was wearing a very expensive Estelle Couture designer dress,in a black mask.She had a smile but in a moment our gaze met and she smirked at me.Never have I ever shuddered underneaths someones gaze but this time I had a chill running down my spine.Why?I dont know

Aila Coraline The competition was just a few days away, but I felt like backing out. My body was betraying me—feverish, shivering in waves. I wasn’t in heat, but I felt sick as hell, my energy draining with every passing hour. "You’ll be fine in the competition. Stop being so pessimistic," Anastasia nagged, not even bothering to hide her annoyance.