Dahlia Mystic Fantasy Novels & Stories

Brian hastened to reassure the girl even as he nudged Maeve from his lap and stood up. Lea Diane, smiling with relief, and led the way to the room. She opened the door then stood to one side to allow Brian and Maeve to enter before her. She smiled at Maeve's gasp of surprise. The Dahlia Room was done in tasteful shades of green and red, suggestions of the flower in question here and there with the use of shadows and empty space. Great big vases stood on two tables, each holding three dozen of varying types of Dahlias and adding a subtle perfume to the air. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the back wall and some pieces of equipment Maeve didn't recognize along with a couple

The scene in front of him was much like an illusion. Everything was covered in misty, milk-white sacred light. Ding Hao and others now should be in a garden. In the front was a rippling pool of water, and there was a fountain from the beautiful statue of the Nine Heavens Mystic Fairy. She held a white jade bottle high above her head, and a water line like silver silk was spurting out from the mouth of the bottle, with colorful refracted rays under the sunlight from the outer space. In addition to the pool and the Nine Heavens Mystic Fairy fountain, there were all kinds of garden statues around. They were beautifully sculptured with superlative craftsmanship, looking as if they were alive in

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

She walked closer to me and put her hands on my chest. "No , not yet." When I noticed the little frown on her face , I added, "But we're almost done. " She huffed, "I really can't wait. I'm sick and tired of smelling her disgusting scent on you. She's such a leech. A very embarrassing one at that, I can't believe she still clings to you after being brutally rejected like that. " Dahlia doesn't have a disgusting scent. Infact her scent was sweet and enchanting , sometimes it intoxicates me.

I did agree that I was not bad looking but I didn't think I looked that beautiful, and the look of awe in Dahlia's eyes had me totally creeped out. She noticed it and let out a small laugh. "I'm sorry if it's weird but it is really amazing that you are here. It's not everyday you get to meet a crossbreed." when she whispered the last part, my heart stilled. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dahlia" I said as cheekily as possible, but the smirk on her face grew wider. "I'm a Kriona, Ally. I might be young but this is something I've known since I was eighteen. I've had visions about you." Her words only deepened the frown on my face.

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.

To make them believe that they are truly with bait. The fresh local honey will be the decoy, the potion will disguise as a honey drink given by the bait. Alstroemeria is a flower that she will blend because it means love and strength. Forget-Me-Nots as the sign of not forgetting that they are trapped without them realizing it. While the Red Dahlia represents the power that the potion holds and Rhododendrons symbolizes that the bait is in danger, a danger they never knew and will never escape unless they were given the antidote.

I round the car to help dahlia out. Casandra can’t ruin the day for me! “Thank you, Tristian.” Dahlia says as she steps down gently from the car. The wind welcomes her outside like she’s a goddess. It takes her long curly hair flying behind her and it gives her a seductive outlook. The short black gown she’s wearing, which hugs her slender curvy body perfectly, gives her a glamours. Red heels could never look so good on anyone. I’m tempted to stare at her for as long as it takes but I needed to comport myself like a gentle man.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to officially seal this union with the exchange of rings.” Seal this union. God. Could they make it sound any more like a hostage negotiation? Dahlia turned to me with this soft, glowing smile like she’d been rehearsing it since birth. Her hand was delicate, nails perfectly painted, a princess straight out of a lifestyle magazine. And then… The perfume hit me. It wasn’t a bad scent expensive, floral, a little powdery. But it slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweet, suffocating, heady.

"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.