Ghost Adventures Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

Lupin, Hunter, and Bram had Gahn on his knees. “No,” Dahlia said, her voice low but sharp. Everything seemed to slow as Gahn just stood there, grinning, his arm outstretched. The trio backed up, shifted, and Dahlia didn’t hesitate. She bolted, leaping over them mid-air, shifting as she landed, a white wolf with a glowing crescent between her ears, staring them down. Gahn’s eyes snapped open, taking her in.

It just happened that it was more famous for humans than werewolves, especially because humans don't have a fast recovery like werewolves. Just when Dahlia was about to look back at Kaleid to check up on him, she saw a rogue whose eyes were staring at her, taking the opportunity of the fact that he managed to slip off from Killian's watch. After their eyes had met, seeing that he was already discovered, the rogue didn't spare no time to hesitate as he jumped onto her. “Ahh!” Dahlia screamed as she waved her dagger with the posture of attacking the rogue, yet the rogue seemed like he had already seen through her moves. He grasped her waist tightly, making her scream from the pain.

As soon as they left, the underground base exploded into nothing but ruins. **** RED We got out from the underground base only to find a blonde lady waiting outside. Dahlia stiffened beside me. I didn't know why the blonde was there. All I knew was that it couldn't be good. "Shelley?" Lia breathed, tensing up. 'Shelley' glared daggers at her. "So, it's actually true" She said, glaring at me. "You actually ran away with some animals" She said. "I had to run away with them. They are not animals, but your brother is one.

I snap my head to the side and see her, Dahlia. She is here; she isn’t alone. “Dahlia!” I mutter, but she isn’t looking at me. The men move to stand on either side of her. Goddess, she is more beautiful than I remember her to be. She is stood not even ten feet away. Her long brown hair is in a ponytail. She is wearing all black leather and the men beside her are all huge, wearing the same thing. Where the hell has she been?

We climbed into the limo and rode towards the mansion without saying a word to each other. After I showered and had dinner, I made my way up to my bedroom. I noticed that Dahlia still looked shaken from the beast attack, and I couldn't deny that I was still reeling from it myself. Despite this, I couldn't resist my desire for her. My eyes lingered on her as she shed her robe, revealing her stunning figure, and slipped into a velvet hostess gown she often wore to bed. I felt a surge of arousal, and my body responded, craving her touch.

“What is it?” Her eyes darted ahead. Her voice was barely a whisper. “We’re not alone.” And then we saw it… shadows moving at the far end of the corridor, shapes peeling out of the darkness, blocking the way. Dahlia stepped from the shadows. Shock tore through me like a blade. Her red cloak swept the stone floor, her hair gleaming dark under the torchlight. Her lips curved in a smile, though her eyes were colder than ice. “Well,” she said softly, her gaze sliding over each of us in turn. “Out for a midnight stroll?”

" Everyone nodded. Hence, Caspian and Xander started to keep Dahlia's skeleton. Even though they did not know what kind of speculations arose from Dahlia's disappearance that year, at least her death was confirmed with the finding of her skeleton. When they moved the skeleton, a torn storage bag and a small booklet fell. Those were Dahlia's remnants, so Caspian naturally picked them up to bring back. Then, Caspian accidentally glanced at the book and found that it was full of dense characters and comments. Even though he did not take a good look, Caspian recognized that those were Dahlia's notes on her understanding of formations!

Dahlia's father said as they walked away without returning K Whatever's gaze. K Whatever shrugged and waited a few moments before creeping out of the house, evading the hawk-eyes of some of their neighbours. She boarded a bus with the same location as before: the forest where the male lead was hiding. She couldn't help but sigh as she stepped off the bus, recalling her first excursion in this forest; she shook her head and walked into the woods. She heard a voice nearby say, "I'm here, Dahlia," just as she was ready to enter into the jungle.

I barely had time to collapse into the seat before the helicopter started to lift off the roof. I was safe. Bella was safe. Or so I thought. Suddenly, a tiny movement down below caught my eye. Dalia was standing right there on the rooftop, while the wind from the blades whipped her hair around wildly. Her eyes met mine. And then she smiled. My stomach dropped down to the bottom of my feet immediately. She slipped her hand into her pocket and brought out the small black trigger I’d seen behind the couch. “No,” I breathed out. She pressed her thumb down…