La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance. "I have no idea… He just crawled out of a book." I said as his grip on my neck tightened. His dreadlocks began to rise; the couple of rings attached to each hair began to glow. The chirping of birds ceased at once; they had all fled after feeling the intense, sinister aura erupting from him. "Damian?" "Don't call me that…" He suddenly withdraws; he walks towards the sea once more, holding out his left hand, which keeps burning.

But their deaths were not in vain…For as their bodies fell, the living fought even harder. … I observed Liam’s descent into blind wrath as Dahlia emerged through the smoke…no longer Dahlia his forced Luna, but a vessel of madness. The dark arts she had dabbled in over the years had finally devoured her entirely, contorting her face, and turning her into a shrieking weapon of death and chaos. She rained death upon warrior after warrior from Pine Shadows, with her demonic magic simply snapping spines with an invisible force…Until Liam faced her. There was no hesitation in him. No fear…Only grief and rage, and love for the girl that Dahlia had been trying so hard to destroy.

Her mother only laughed and went into the kitchen to get the things. _________________________ Dalia intentionally shed her pajama jacket, revealing the transparent fabric beneath. She sensually freed her hair from its bun, letting it cascade down her shoulders like a golden waterfall. With a sultry stride, she made her way to the dining room, her eyes fixed on Jaxon. "You work late, too?" she asked, her voice husky and intimate. As she sat in the chair closest to him, her movements were deliberate and calculated, ensuring he had a clear view of her. Jaxon lifted his head, his tired eyes locking onto hers. "Oh! Dalia. You're awake."

"You look so much like your mother." Ellie's spine was rigid beneath my hand. "Father." Eliana. There was no record of that being her full name. I'd searched everything when we'd first brought her in—birth certificates, school records, every database I could access. Ellie Knight. Nothing about Eliana. Another secret she'd kept. Another piece of herself hidden away. Vittorio's gaze slid to me, assessing with the cold calculation of someone who saw people as chess pieces. "And you must be Lorenzo, head of The Black Rose. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard amazing things."

" Dahlia emerged at the far end of the clearing. Unfazed and unaffected, she moved through the turmoil with composure. Her red eyes met mine, and a grin twisted her lips. "Daisy!" Lucian yelled. Dahlia held up her hand before I could respond. Like a tidal wave, the shadows beneath her feet swept across the camp, engulfing everything in their path as they went. I prepared myself as the darkness struck me so hard it knocked the wind out of my lungs. The darkness coiled around me like chains as my knees struck the floor. My ears reverberated with Dahlia's voice. "Sister, it's over." As the world turned black, her icy smile was the last thing I saw.

Dahlia caught herself staring. Todd had worked his magic, Dahlia wore a velvet dress in midnight blue, its subtle shimmer catching the light. Her hair was partially braided, a faux fur wrap draped over her shoulders. Bram stood tall, the entire pack gathered around. Lupin, Hunter, Gahn, Haner, Connor, Ben, Hannah, Heidi, even Jay and Victoria, Brandon and Julia, they worked out the challenge with Julia’s promised man. Jade was close to giving birth, so Luca had wisely stayed behind.

“What now? Going to scare me into talking? You don’t have it in you to hit a woman, Luca. That’s not your style.” I tilted my head, gaze cold. “You’re right. I won’t lay a hand on you.” I stepped aside, and from the shadows emerged Bianca—a ruthless enforcer, known in our circles as La Dama di Dolore, the Lady of Pain. She wore a tailored black suit, her dark hair sleek back, eyes sharp as razors. Her reputation preceded her. Alicia’s smirk faltered. Bianca cracked her knuckles. “We’ll see how talkative you are soon enough.”

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

Leo said. “Her name is Dalia. She is a spy and an assassin,” I said. Dalia had pale skin and very short blond hair. I met her only once when she came to take Asher away right after Asher and I were done talking that day. She had bowed to me and talked to me a little bit. “She is beautiful,” Leo said. He was not someone to talk about women’s beauty. I was a little surprised. “Beautiful, huh?” I hit him on the arm. “Have you talked to her?”