Ghost Adventures Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

She twisted and screamed my name as they dragged her backward toward the treeline. “No,” I gasped, forcing my legs to move. Scottie grabbed me, trying to hold me back as another blast rocked the ground. “You cannot reach her,” he shouted. “You will die.” “I do not care,” I snarled, shoving him aside with everything I had left. Hallen’s laughter rang out through the smoke, sharp and delighted. “Data extraction complete,” she called. “Phase escalation successful.” I saw her retreating toward the forest as well, her form blurring as she moved, untouched by the chaos she had created.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

Dahlia is on the floor with Cleo, holding a throw pillow like a shield, pretending she is Wonder Woman, her voice playful, exaggerated, nothing like the guarded tone she usually carries. Cleo is laughing, bright and free, looking healthier than she has in days, and for a moment I just stand there watching them. Dahlia looks… happy. Truly happy. And something about that does something to me that I do not want to understand. Before she even notices we are there, her phone rings and she picks it up immediately, almost as if she has been waiting for it. “What the fuck are you saying?” She shoots up to her feet in an instant, her entire body going rigid. She walks to the window and stops abruptly

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Grace’s voice cracked. “Something terrible just happened and I swear by the goddess it isn’t my fault, it’s that stupid—“ Smite exchanged a look with Sarah, her expression darkening. “Speak clearly, girl.” Grace started shaking her hands, her eyes looking everywhere but their faces. “On my way there, I—I saw that useless maid, Poppy. She was coming from Lady Dahlia’s Quarters, and she had money on her—lots of it! I thought maybe she stole it from somewhere, so I tried to take it before anyone saw.”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Dahlia’s P.O.V Chaos unfolded so quickly I didn’t even have time to catch my breath. One moment Cade’s claws were buried deep in my neck, hot blood spilling down my collarbone, the next his body was torn from me and hurled across the hall like he weighed nothing. The roar that followed shook the air, rattling every surface, silencing every whisper. I could feel the fear thick in the room, trembling off the guests who stared wide-eyed, too afraid to breathe.

She was already asleep but with the spell, it made her sleep deeper, almost to the point one would wonder if the little girl was still breathing. "Sleep, little one," Dahlia hissed. "You have done so well." House after house, village after village, Dahlia visited and from each home, a child was taken and floated silently behind her, their bodies limp. By the time she was done visiting all four villages, she had gotten enough children for the night. Her dark laughter echoed through the forest as she headed back to her home. She didn't stop at her home but led the way to her secret ritual site which was deeper in the woods. A stone altar stood there, carved with dark symbols and around it blac