Dahlia Mystic Fantasy Novels & Stories

“I’m Dahlia. I’m from the Cold Star pack. I was captured and held hostage by Red Ripper, but they had no use for me. I was too small and too weak for them to ever take much notice of me, so I was left in the cells to die. I was to be used in their witch’s experiments, but…” Her bottom lip wobbled, and her voice quavered, but she held firm, broadening her shoulders and hitching her chin out defiantly. Pale ginger curls clung to her brow with sweat. “There were rumours in the cells, rumours that the witch had escaped. They were struggling with their magic, unable to control it without her. Day became night, and the flowers and plants were all dying. I saw that for myself, when I ran.” Someone’

“We leave for Salicera on the morrow.” “Yes, Your Grace.” Victor bowed and walked away to bring the horses for the duke and duchess. “Now that I think about it,” Daniel told his wife. “A friend of mine is a Mage, we fought together in the last war. I will send a letter to ask for help with that enchanted door in the cellar.” Magnolia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh my goodness, that would be great!” “Anything for my lovely wife.” Daniel captured her lips in a kiss, but she quickly stepped away.

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.

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

I was befuddled. “You said you have no family left, right?” I slowly nodded. “I found one of your relatives, Dahlia.” itsclarixass