Magical Artisan Dahlia Novels & Stories

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

I’m coming, I replied, closing the mindlink with a renewed sense of determination. I burst out of the cave, skidding to a halt as I took in the scene before me. Dahlia, Jay, Andrew, Drake, and his Luna were all gathered in a tight circle around Keilah. She was in the centre, encased in a shimmering magical bubble that pulsed with a soft blue light. I recognized Dahlia’s magic instantly—it was her protective barrier. My heart twisted at the sight of her. Keilah’s eyes were wild, her expression a mix of confusion and fury, her fists pounding against the invisible walls of the bubble as if trying to break free.

She spat. I let out a small laugh. One I had perfected over the years. Deep down, I realised just how much I had practised creating this perfect Dahlia... One that wasn’t me, I was only truly me around Dane, Aria and Baba at the most. I pushed those thoughts aside.

Chapter 19: What about you, Auntie Dahlia? As soon as Dahlia Dale left the garden, she hurried into the kitchen and began searching for the ingredients she needed. They were safely hidden in a secret compartment underneath the large ceiling-to-floor cupboards. Before retrieving them, she glanced around cautiously, making sure she wasn't being watched. These herbs were powerful and slightly frowned upon by the herbal community due to their adverse effects and high efficacy.

Follow, vote, comment and share... Presents which is my favorite part of the whole season is what is taking place right this morning. We are exchanging gifts happily since I have decided that I won't be that naive girl anymore for Gabriel if he won't see me the way I want to. Dahlia has presented me with a small amulet bracelet. She tells me that it is her witch gift to me to protect me when she is not able to at one time. Alexander has given this really wonderful dress that I have fallen in love with in an instant.

Dahlia, in her chalk stripe suit and heels, looked like a little girl, so animated was she. Octavio left them in the kitchen. “ Don't mind him, dear. I'll help you make the dough.” said Dahlia. “ Do you mind if I go talk to him for a minute?” “ Of course not. He's in his office.” Clara went to Otavio's office and found him on the digitalizing table he was using and was amazed at what he had created. It was a drawing of a little girl, manga style. She looked over his shoulder and he looked at her.

And everyone who dares to take a picture of him is always getting sued. “Though, you don’t really have to worry about him or his friends,” she said. “They have no interest in politics and they were often out of the country so he might not have recognized you. You had your disguise and made sure to wear that all the time just to make sure. As long as they won’t see your natural eye color, they will never know that you are part of the Dahlia Clan.” Every legitimate member of the Dahlia Clan has unique physical traits and that is one of the things that may be used to recognize us. Aside from our gray eyes, we also have natural blonde hair.

Not like lightning. Quietly. Like a lock turning. She knew exactly what she wanted to paint. The canvas grew quickly after that. A field appeared first. Golden. Endless. The farm. Then the oak tree. Strong. Ancient. Unmoving. Beneath it stood a little girl. Jessica at eight years old. Holding a flower crown. Looking toward the horizon. Then something new. Something she'd never painted before. A second figure stood further ahead. Older. Walking away from the tree.

Carl would rather be the one to sacrifice himself, just so that Dhalia wouldn't be the one to get hurt more in the end. Dhalia just stared at her own reflection in the mirror. Tears slowly fell from her beautiful eyes that had been falling non-stop. Her make-up artist had been scolding her for constantly retouching her face with makeup. In just an hour, she would become Mrs. Dhalia Uson Abenedi. "Ohhh... why are you crying? What the hell! You should be happy because today is your special day. You can see that gown suits you so well. Even your make-up, so don't be dramatic about it!" Szuttete told her.

It wasn’t enough. I tried again, channeling what little energy I had left. “Please, please…” The magic sputtered out like a dying candle, and Dahlia coughed, her lips parting in a grimace. “You’re… not very good at this,” she rasped. “I know,” I croaked, my throat tightening. “But I’m trying.” I brushed her hair back from her face with trembling fingers, my heart breaking in real time. Behind us, Alissa, still wearing Odessa’s face, reappeared, her hands glowing an eerie green, and her eyes twinkling with twisted amusement.