Novel & Cerita Deacon Dahlia

Dahlia smiled sadly with tears rolling down her cheeks as she turned to Audrey, “Were you the one she hopefully waited for only to die heartbroken thinking her son was going to jail?”

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell

Dahlia, did you know Keilah was a fae? Dahlia’s head tilted slightly, but she didn’t turn to look at me. No. I didn’t. And trust me, I was just as shocked as you were when I found out. My jaw clenched as frustration burned in my chest. I opened my eyes and locked them onto Damien, unable to hold back the bitterness in my voice.

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.

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

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

The scent of thousands of white daisies blooms rushed toward me. I took a deep breath, hooked my arm through Rafael’s, and stepped into the light. The walk down the aisle felt like walking through a dream. I saw faces I recognized—pack leaders, foreign dignitaries, old friends, and of course, the king and the rest of the Royal Family. But they were all a blur. My world narrowed down to the man standing at the altar. Deacon. He stood with the posture of a warrior and the grace of a prince. He was wearing his formal dress uniform, the medals gleaming on his chest, a black velvet cape draped over one shoulder. But it was his face that undid me.

“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.

It did not take long before she returned. “I found something, James!” James looked at her and urged her to speak, “Good. Go on.” Dahlia said, “Waspen is a powerful Official in Mount Carslegh and has many disciples. His most trusted disciple is Balchae Kairis.” Dahlia shared her findings.