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.

“Is that what they told you?” “What do you mean?” She didn’t answer. I only felt a whisper, brushing against my ear like the wind. “A great war is coming. A great evil we have fought before. Time is running out. Remember me and renew our binding soul or all will be lost.” I felt a loud wolf in the distance and panics rose through me. “Wait!” I cried, reaching out desperately into the darkness. But all that came back was a final scream from the voice. “You are not what you think you are… Wake, Dahlia. Wake up!”

As soon as they crossed it, they stumbled and fell. Allen’s wards lit the sky like lightning bolts. Grimhold’s soldiers cut down anything that moved. And in the middle of it all, I stood, burning with Kael’tharis’s power. Dahlia was beside me, spinning with blades in both hands, covered in ash but grinning wildly. “Remind me to never pick a fight with you again!” “Only if you live to tell the story!” I yelled back, blasting a corrupted wolf with a shockwave of heat that sent it flying.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

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

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.

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.