Deacon Dahlia Novels & Stories

"So you did meet Eamon. Wonderful. What were you doing while we searched for solutions? Sipping wine, watching us run around clueless?" "I was wrong to bet on Eamon," the Deacon muttered. "He's a fool." Vad's smile was pure predation. "Oh, I know a way to loosen his tongue..." His gaze landed on Davina. "Bring them out." And just like that, Davina went out the door only to drag forward a woman—disheveled and terrified. Two teenagers stumbled after her. The Deacon’s wife and sons, I came to realize. "What's the meaning of this?" Deacon's voice cracked, a desperate attempt to regain control.

She looked just like I remembered—glamorous in a designer gown she didn’t earn, her blonde hair curled to perfection, lips painted in that deceitful shade of cherry she always wore when she was about to strike. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that Caden had brought her as his date. Of course he did–which was perfect. This time I was ready. Leon was pulled into conversation with an oil magnate. I slipped away before he noticed, heels clicking against polished marble as I cut across the room toward her. Dahlia’s expression flickered the moment she saw me. Surprise, maybe. Then a smile spread across her face, all sugary sweet. “Scarlett,” she cooed. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Then she adorned her neck with an exquisite sapphire necklace. “This is a gift from His Grace,” the maid explained. “It belonged to the late duchess.” Magnolia touched it as she studied her reflection. It was so flashy, so luxurious. The more she stared at the mirror, the more her face turned crimson. She had never looked this pretty in her life. “Thank you for your help, Clara.” “No need to thank me, my lady.” Clara bowed. “His Grace is waiting for you downstairs.” “Ah, yes.” Magnolia took a deep shaky breath and put her hand on her chest.

Dahlia's POV I'm so grateful Dai was at the club to help me, I don't know what I would have done if he wasn't there. I'm admiring the view of the city from his beautiful living room when he returns with our drinks and invites me to join him. I'm sure the other rooms of this pent house are as beautiful as the living room. Dai was dressed casually today with a leather jacket, t-shirt, some tight fitting jeans and a biker boots. gosh! he looks so good.

Bold and stubborn. She is smart and demands what she wants. And clearly, I can see she is not one who gets afraid easily. Even if she is pretending, well, it means that she is really, really good at it. And who am I to let such a beautiful talent slip through my fingers at this time when I need such a gift the most? Dahlia has boldly offered me a deal soaked in blood. To kill her step-siblings on our wedding day. Her words were spoken like a curse she laid upon them. Filled with so much venom. She made no effort to hide the despicable death wish she has for them.

Sofia had specifically chosen the dark Dahlia, Stephanie had wanted to elaborate on its meaning but she was once again cut off with a slap. Everyone walking into the venue had a ds grunting feeling. Black dahlia is a cute demon flower with a sweet smell. However, it defines dishonestly and betrayal. It was certainly not the best choice for a wedding flower. Chase was the first to walk down the aisle. He had no time for shopping hence he had settled for a casual black tux. Since it was sundown and under the influence of dark Dahlia, the arena appeared darker than it should have. Sofia soon walked down all dressed to impress.

Rex retorted, his tone of voice getting a little irritated at the comments Deacon was making, yes Lacey swore a bit and liked loose-fitting clothes, but Rex still found her oddly attractive, she was stunning to him when she wore dresses like she did today. “Let me know if my lord changes his mind” Deacon replied, he understood the tone of voice and did not wish to cause a scene, his back still pained him from his punishment earlier, he was hoping to try and push Rex towards his cousin’s daughter, if Rex and his cousin’s daughter become close and married eventually, it would further raise his family’s standings, but seeing how Rex reacted to his first attempt, he decided he would need a diffe

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

Beside it sat a small BBQ pavilion shaded by wooden beams, with a long stone counter and comfortable seating. It looked like a place meant for gatherings. For laughter. For life. Yet what caught Dahlia's attention most was the garden. Dahlias bloomed everywhere. Rows upon rows of them in soft harmony— crimson, coral pink, ivory-peach. Her favorite. Her chest tightened. She remembered mentioning them once— only once— during a quiet evening years ago. He hadn't been listening. At least…she had always believed he wasn't. She could still remember the bored look on his face that evening. The cold, "Mm" he murmured at intervals.

Her long, flowing hair was elegantly styled, with loose curls cascading down her back, and a tiara adorned her head, adding a touch of regal splendor to her ensemble. As Maria entered the studio, her eyes were drawn to a group of familiar faces: Li-lah, Julia, Natalia, and their dance partners. They stood together, their smiles radiant and genuine. In their hands, they held a beautifully decorated cake, its frosting a work of art adorned with delicate sugar flowers.