Dahlia X Venti Novels & Stories

Dorian Grimaldi. I stood at the threshold of the grand hall, my heart pounding with anticipation. The opulent space unfolded before me, a breathtaking symphony of architectural magnificence and lavish adornments. The high-vaulted ceiling soared above, adorned with intricate frescoes that depicted scenes of celestial beauty, while crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a cascade of shimmering light, casting an ethereal glow upon the polished marble floors.

"Not surprising. You'd have known if it was cheese or something edible though." I ignore that as he stares at it before looking at my neck, "Ha. Gluttony." Then he shakes his head, "Oh, Vanessa. I can't take this. I'm not one of you." "Well, you have to take it. It was Doc's gift, not mine." I say, smiling, "Plus, do you know your name actually has an ice cream flavour? Kiwi! Which totally goes with Kawaii. Who'd have thought?" He sends me a look, "Vanessa."

Another pair of fats is shoved in my face, this time being a bag of chips. "Nancy, take whatever you want." She's like a tornado, a whirlwind of pink fabric, brunette curls and strong perfume, running around the stalls and grabbing everything that catches her eye. Sometimes I'm envious of her childish enthusiasm. "Heey, aren't you the new occupants on Elmond street?"

he said, eyes glinting. “Likewise” Dahlia replied smoothly. “Look, it’s Yvaine!” Of course. Yvaine approached in a backless white dress, pure and soft like an angel. Except Dahlia now knew what lay beneath the halo. “Happy birthday, Dahlia!” Yvaine’s smile was blinding. She reached out for a hug, but Dahlia stepped back. “I’d rather not ruin my dress,” Dahlia said coolly. Yvaine’s smile twitched. Tyler noticed the tension, frowning. “Dahlia, what’s wrong-”

Dahlia replied and he raised a brow. "I bought you for the night, beautiful." He argued and Dahlia sighed before standing up straight. "What's your name?" She asked and he raised a brow. "That's not for you to know, just lay there and spread those legs." He ordered and I almost puked by his words. Dahlia chuckled and said again, "Do you know the Lycan Twins Zayn and Zayden?" She asked again. This time, I frowned as well. What was she trying to do?

Dahlia Julian picked up the first seedling, examining its root. “These are beautiful specimens. The nursery did excellent work.” “They did,” Sebastian agreed coldly. “Though I’m curious how you knew which varieties to order.” “Dahlia mentioned them at dinner.” Julian glanced at me with a smile that looked genuinely warm. “I took notes on my phone so I wouldn’t forget.” He took notes. On his phone. I didn’t know whether to be flattered or slightly disturbed by the level of attention.

"Dahlia. She's the one who sent the rogue. She wants my blood for some ritual to revive her dying pack and make herself Alpha. Kelly and Becca dug it up—pack records, old stories. I'm the sacrifice, Tyler. Me!" His face darkened, jaw clenching as he pulled me into a quick hug. "Slow down. Sacrifice? That's insane. Tell me everything." Kelly jumped in, her voice steady but urgent. "We used my dad's connections again. Shadow Veil pack, it's crumbling. Dahlia's the heir, desperate for power. The ritual needs Zeen blood. That's why she poisoned Aliyah, why she's targeting her to kill her for sacrifice." Becca nodded from the couch, her face pale. "We think she's planning it soon. The records men

Almost instantly, Dahlia grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down towards her neck. Surprisingly, Dahlia didn’t move away like what she would have normally done out of embarrassment whenever we’d get intimate. Instead, she pushed her legs even closer towards me, further revealing her white thighs from under her skirt while still fondly cradling the back of my head in her hand. “Make it quick… We’re busy.” I involuntarily inhaled Dahlia’s smell of honey, milk, and cherries. It was so intoxicating that my hands clasped her tighter even without a second thought.

Dahlia screamed loudly as the sharp teeth pierced her flesh, dragging her down. Desperately, she tried to raise a hand to cast another spell, her voice cracking as she hissed, "Altria venkay! Sitron elsy-" But before her incantation could be completed, another wolf attacked her, biting into her thigh. They showed her no mercy as pain shot through her body.

Zelle shows the red dahlia she drew, "Sophia likes dahlia, and she likes the color red... I don't know what to do for her except draw what she likes... I don’t know what I can do… for her…” Cohen hold onto the sketchpad, “Miss Sophia would like you to eat three times a day,” Cohen remarked as he stood up and covered her with his hands. “...and not dehydrate yourself beneath the sun,” he added. “Miss Sophia would be delighted if you were well and happy." “T-thank you...” Zelle bit her lower lip. “The red dahlia is a symbol of strength and power. You need it, Miss Zelle,” Cohen encouraged her, “some people give it to others as a get well soon present. I'm sure Miss Sophia wished for you to be