Novel & Cerita Dahlia Mystic Fantasy

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!

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.”

At the rate she was going, she would be lucky to make 4 months. Dalya was still sleeping, and Katalea didn’t want to wake her. Using a trick she had learned from Dakari she conjured a cattleya flower. This beautiful orchid is where her mother had picked her name. It looked so pretty lying by her new sister, Katalea conjured a dozen more and put them in a vase next to the bed. She made a mental note to call her mother and catch up, and left the room. She didn’t notice the tear slide down Dalya’s face.

Dahlia admitted to Daisy and even frowned her face upon the thought that Lucius was in the same group as her. Daisy sighed deeply and remained quiet for a little while as she was checking to see the encouraging words she was going to say to Dahlia. And after 15 seconds had passed, Daisy immediately said to Dahlia, "Don't think about that, Dahlia. Do you know what I want you to think about? I want you to think about the advantages you're going to get when you eventually win this contest".

*Flashback : 1000 years Earlier* A very dangerous and dark witch named Dahlia terrorized four human villages every full moon. And today was another full moon as she emerged from the shadows like death itself. In the distance, the villages stood, and she watched them while licking her cracked lips. It was time, this was her night!

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have to give you such a challenge. Sorry if I made you angry." "You are completely innocent, Lily." "But I made you angry, didn't I, Chris?" Lilyana raised her eyes, now her hazel eyes met Chris's beautiful eyes. "I shouldn't have to give you a challenge like that so coincidence won't happen either. Diana will definitely approach you casually and everyone won't notice what's going on. They will be busy with their own games and won't know if someone is there who is inviting other people to get acquainted and the most important thing is that she won't reveal her feelings in front of many people."

When the last lock broke free, the weight of the magic inside spilled into the air like dust from a tomb. Mikan exhaled sharply. “That’s… Dawlya magic.” “Yes.” Morgan opened the book, careful with the fragile pages. “The oldest surviving Dawlya manuscript. Written before the Dawlya became an order. Before they even called themselves that.” Mikan frowned. “Before the civil split.” “Before everything,” Morgan whispered. He turned several pages until he reached a section inked in charred red. A symbol was drawn there of three interlocked triangles forming a circle. The same mark that appeared behind Avi’s Circle signature in the magical projection.

he said in worry. “Don’t remind me,” I groaned. “I can see that you’d give it all up for her though. We’re a hundred percent behind you,” he assured. “I’m going to need your support, so thanks,” I smiled. “Anytime man!” he replied before that smell of lavender and cherries wrapped my senses. I watched Dahlia come down the stairs with Angelina. She was dressed in yet another green dress that perfectly matched her eyes. “Hey,” she beamed when she saw me. I was more than happy when she came to hug me.