Magical Artisan Dahlia Novels & Stories

"What feels truest is that Dahlia was once an apprentice sorceress and devoted handmaiden to the moon goddess. She could harness the moon's light as a gift to the world, and was also chosen to guard sacred knowledge." He then paused, making sure they were following. Since no other questions came from Bryan and Aiden, Baba Razz continued. "But of course, her heart started growing with greed. She was no longer satisfied, no longer content with the power she had. It was not enough for her anymore, which pushed her to want more…to want control… immortality, more power. And so, she betrayed the moon goddess." "So when Dahlia was caught, the moon goddess banished her from her Kingdom immediately.

But Oneil politely refused to observe the place. He arrived in a collapsable store where a salesman is showing the best products of Steffan Pingris. He keeps on saying how this would make the lady look even better if she will try some of their dresses. Oneil was right in recognizing that it is Jacques. Another saleslady named Dahlia noticed Oneil. She is on another level of marketing that even Oneil is convinced that Dahlia must have met him somewhere. "Please don't be shy, Sir. Why don't you have a look at our dresses? We also have casuals that keep up with the best styles. All of these are handmade with artistry and passion."

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 ~ The imposingly tall Gates of The Kingmaker Academy stood proud in front of me. I turned to my twin sister Sienna to find her equally awed. “I am having second thoughts about this whole thing, Dahlia.” “Its too late to turn back now, and besides we can't turn back,” I said, “you know what's at stake.” Her eyes softened with understanding and then she stepped forward to knock on the gate hoping someone would open it. The gates groaned open before her fist could touch the metal surface, to reveal the most beautiful luscious environment I had ever seen.

“I want to. Please, don’t stop me. It’s a beautiful day to play in the dirt.” They exchanged glances but wisely stepped aside. Delilah plopped down beside a pot of pink tulips while Dahlia immediately started scooping up handfuls of dirt, fascinated by how it crumbled in her chubby fingers. “Look, Mummy! Mud castle!” Dahlia announced proudly, smearing soil into a misshapen pile on the stone path. “A masterpiece,” I said, clapping with exaggerated admiration.

These runes neutralize black magic and cure the person who ordered the painting. “Jonea, when will Mrs. Dahl’s order be finished?” Daran came out of the kitchen carrying a cup of coffee and placed it on the table beside me. “Just now,” I answered without looking at him. “I mixed some of the ingredients we managed to collect in the forest yesterday as a watercolor mixture. I hope the aroma of herbs and runes that I have added can help Mrs. Dahl overcome her insomnia. I also added fairy dust to eliminate her nightmares.” “Hmm... just like I taught you, huh?”

Beside me, Dahlia was vibrating with enough energy to power a small city, her Ventus Yellow cape fluttering like a canary's wings. "I'm telling you, Mira, the look on that water mage's face? Priceless," Dahlia giggled, elbowing me in the ribs. "He didn't just faint... he evaporated. You're officially the most dangerous thing in this school, and you haven't even cast a spell in class yet." I laughed, a melodic sound that felt foreign even to my own ears. "He was just overwhelmed by the Ignis aesthetic, Dahlia. Red is a very stimulating color."

What does he want? He towers over me, his presence magnetic and overwhelming. I tilt my chin up defiantly, refusing to let him see how much he unsettles me. I can’t afford to show any weakness, not to him, not to anyone. My gaze flicks up to meet his, and I see the familiar arrogance in his eyes, the same infuriating confidence that has always driven me mad. “Hello, Mr. Caine,” I say coolly, forcing a smile to my lips. “I’m Dahlia Adams. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jax slipped out, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone with her. As much as I hated to admit it, Dahlia was gorgeous. She was tall, striking, and possessed the kind of perfection that usually made Alphas lose their minds. But she completely irked me. Her scent—a cloying, heavy floral that smelled entirely artificial—irritated the back of my throat, and I simply didn't like her. There was nothing genuine about her. Not like my Nat. “Lady Dahlia,” I said, my voice deadpan as I kept my eyes on my paperwork. “What a surprise. I was sure you'd gone back to the Everwood Pack. Why are you still here?”

Bold and stubborn. She is smart and demands what she wants. And clearly, I can see she is not one who gets afraid easily. Even if she is pretending, well, it means that she is really, really good at it. And who am I to let such a beautiful talent slip through my fingers at this time when I need such a gift the most? Dahlia has boldly offered me a deal soaked in blood. To kill her step-siblings on our wedding day. Her words were spoken like a curse she laid upon them. Filled with so much venom. She made no effort to hide the despicable death wish she has for them.