Dahlia Mystic Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

I taunted. Her soft laughter rang out, mocking me. "Since when do you care about that monster you call father?" I bit my lips, hating now that she knew me so well. She knew I was just faking this whole thing, and I didn’t care one bit about my evil father. And, I knew what she was about to do, and I just stood there. Sure enough, Paige flicked her hair on my face, and I smelt her intoxicating scent of deep aloe vera and sunlight. The sweet matted her hair too, and she looked more beautiful than I had ever imaged a woman to be.

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.

*Isla* Mystica’s eyes are hollow as she ties a ribbon around a bundle of herbs–rosemary, lavender, and sage. The whole room smells like spice, and when I look up at the ceiling I see nothing but bundles of drying greenery and flowers. This is Mystica’s haven, a small room near the back of the castle connected to the kitchen garden. Most of the maids use this space to hang herbs and store vegetables. I look at the rows and rows of built-in shelving, cans of last summer’s tomatoes, apples, and peaches perfectly organized and shimmering in hazy gray light filtering through the windows.

Unlike Chloe's glaring eye shadow, the blue eye shadow on my eyelids were faint and was covered with crystals that went well with my gown. My lips were a soft blush pink color and my hair flowed down my shoulders with little crystal In it as well. My dress hugged me in all the right places and never have I ever seen myself as sexy but damn, I was hot! “You look beautiful, Dahlia," Damian uttered and I grinned at him. “Hopefully, Axel would think the same way" I muttered. “He would, he has to because you look magnificent" Kade uttered as he walked into the room and tension was suddenly in the air.

Dahlia This night couldn't get any worse than it already is. Why is Daisy here? Why isn't that bitch dead already?! Not only that but she's the Luna of the mysterious Crimson Moon pack. The true wolves of the night? How? She's nothing more than a weak slut!

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

she batted her eyelashes at me and I turned to her in surprise. “Dahlia?” I called, as she pulled me in a for a hug, her hand cradling the back of my neck so I could feel the pinch of her acrylic nails. I knew Dahlia, she was the princess of corporate America being the heir to one of the largest finance companies in the US. We had a run-in some years after things had ended with Jessica. We met in a convention and she had hated my guts at first because of my non chalance and my natural disinterest in whatever was going on, but the retreat had stretched out into a drunken party that night and somehow she had ended up in my bed and I never saw her again – except right now and she was sparkling

Lillian stared dazedly as she mumbled, "This is so beautiful.” Earle and the others beside her were utterly dumbfounded as well. They had thought that the entire Wild Deserted Secret Region was situated in a hellish environment; none of them would imagine that a place this heavenly would exist within the area. Darryl, on the other hand, stood next to them with a mysterious smile. The Mystical flower Ocean before them might be beautiful in appearance, but was indeed the most dangerous place in the Valley of Death. As bewitching as the bizarre plants might look, they were extremely toxic. Most of them were capable of emitting a scent that could cause hallucination. The mist that hovered above

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.”