Magical Artisan Dahlia Novels & Stories

Dahlia was already prepared, and waiting in her room for the time when she would be called out. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. She wore a rich green gown, that served to showcase her slim waist and wide hips. Her upper arms and her wrists were adorned with golden golden bracelets, and her hair held up with golden pins. She had on golden earrings with emerald green crystals. She had always been a beauty, but she was purposefully dressed to enhance everything. The only thing missing was a smile. She then walked to the window, her long dress flowing behind her. She looked out and saw people down below, doing different things. There were children playing, some women and gi

Dahlia looked down in shame, “I'm just scared that even if I get another chance…they will sabotage me” Audrey leaned closer. “I will make sure that doesn't happen. Just come ready to fight with your talented hands in two days' time.” Dahlia nodded. Her wrists had not yet healed, but she didn't care. Even if this was the last time she would ever paint, she was willing to risk it all. Suddenly, the heat became unbearable for her and much worse for old Audrey. She knew that if she didn't want to risk her life, they had to get out of this room. Very fast!

Each delicate pluck seemed to be an unspoken dialogue between Daliah and the flora, a communion with the essence of the garden. As she carefully arranged the blossoms in a woven basket, the morning light played upon the delicate features of her face, casting a soft glow upon her countenance. The tableau she crafted was not merely a collection of flowers; it was a manifestation of her connection with the natural world, a testament to the quiet beauty that unfolded in the tranquil moments of solitude.

‘Speaking of the devil’ ivy said smirking as Natasha rushed to them ‘You guys I’ve missed you’ Natasha squealed as she hugged both ivy and Chloe ‘We’ve missed you too’ Chloe said smiling as they disengaged from the hug. ‘Tasha why the hell did you dye your hair’ ivy asked in horror as she stared at Tasha’s pink hair ‘you do know it’s actually against the rules’. ‘I know besides the teachers can’t say anything since it’s just the first week of resumption’ Natasha replied flipping her hair stylishly ‘besides my new look resembles my favorite anime character’. ‘Uhmm can you b***hes keep shut, you don’t own this place ya know’ a girl says angrily, suddenly the whole place was quiet.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

She was the model for Delilah’s remodelling, a few basic memories of hers were passed down to Delilah; including her name, age, family and love life. “She’s ready.” The tube began to open and the smoky air began to evaporate from the tube while the model's tube was still sealed shut. Delilah struggled while trying to stand up, her eyes were blurry and her limbs weak “How do you feel Alora?.” The scientist asked while studying her body movements and mood. Delilah, who is now Lena, turned slightly with her squinting eyes. “I feel dizzy, Mason?.” She murmured. The scientist turned to his co-scientist and nodded approvingly at him.

Dahlia was much more dangerous than I thought, which made her more valuable. If she had that kind of power—and she clearly did—then the buyers I'd contacted would pay even more than the original offer. A powerful bloodline. A baby with an Alpha and unknown supernatural genetics. That was worth millions to the right covens and collectors. I just had to keep her alive long enough to deliver. My phone buzzed, an unknown number. I opened it. “Merchandise secured?” I typed back, "Not yet, there are complications, and I need one week.”

(Venal POV) I went back to the shop for the real purpose of our visit. To talk to the woman. I found the two women serving our men with milk tea. I just nodded when they stared at me. “Where did you go?” The woman greeted me vigorously. She has had this lively aura around her ever since we first met. Her name is Dahlia Amelia. Like the flower, she makes a place more beautiful. I smiled at her. Generally, the significance of Dahlia flowers is positive. Perhaps the most common of all is finding inner strength, which roots back to the plant’s ability to withstand harsh conditions.

She followed my gaze to the photo of my idol, Daliah Vanhelsing, wearing a silver shiny ball gown with an award of designer of the year in her hands. “Do you think you can get into House of Daliah this year?” She asked, her eyes carefully studying mine. I turned my eyes to the half body mannequin wearing the cloth I had been working on whenever I had some time to myself. It was covered with a black polytene bag to prevent prying eyes. “I pray I will.” she squeezed my leg to show her support and I gave her a smile full of hope.

DAHLIA : After selling the children, they sold the women. At the end of the auction, I was displayed with other beauties with a mask on our faces, seductively. When my cage was pushed to the stage, the lights blinded me; they were brighter than my future and past combined. After my vision adjusted to the light, I saw the advanced threads of magic used to brighten the walls. Everything was set to make us dazzling and attractive. I couldn’t help but feel so low. I never wish for anyone to experience what I lived at the moment; an inferiority complex engulfed me and my mind put many questions in front of my eyes. The many eyes gazing at us made me feel sick. I wanted to cry like when my sister