Mystic Fantasy Dahlia Novels & Stories

She murmured and I turned to Dahlia with a smile then kissed her forehead before grabbing her hand and leading her into the circle. We sat down like we were supposed to and Amelia told me to hold on to Dahlia's hand which I immediately did. “Close your eyes and let your subconscious free” She murmured and together, Dahlia and I closed our eyes and immediately, I found myself in a dark space. I glanced around with a frown. Was this Dahlia's mind? Why was it so dark? “Axel” I heard Dahlia call out to me with a shaky voice and I immediately started her voice and saw her sitting at a corner and only at that corner was there light.

It was another tiring night for Kendra as Lendon didn’t let her go until he was satisfied. The next day, the rain stopped, and the sun came out. Yolanda’s tomb was near the land of lavender. It was her last wish. She wanted to be around her most favorite flower forever. “It’s a sunny day,” Kendra uttered happily. However, when they arrived at the lavender land, Lendon suddenly got upset. “We are here. Let’s go.” She quickly announced and wanted to get off. However, Lendon grabbed her arm. Kendra looked at him and asked confusedly, “What’s up?”

"Look mommy, he knows my name. He's a magician." Zach laughed. "Yes sweetie, I'm a magician and guess what I got for you? A candy." He answered his own question and Dahlia looked at me for approval. When I nodded, she hurried over to him. I used the opportunity to walk Rita who had been watching the scene quietly to the door. "Thanks a lot Rita. I just hope Dahlia wasn't naughty." She smiled at me. "You're welcome Tori. As a matter of fact, Dahlia's so much fun to be with. I can't wait to watch her tomorrow. Bye Tori."

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

Dahlia is on the floor with Cleo, holding a throw pillow like a shield, pretending she is Wonder Woman, her voice playful, exaggerated, nothing like the guarded tone she usually carries. Cleo is laughing, bright and free, looking healthier than she has in days, and for a moment I just stand there watching them. Dahlia looks… happy. Truly happy. And something about that does something to me that I do not want to understand. Before she even notices we are there, her phone rings and she picks it up immediately, almost as if she has been waiting for it. “What the fuck are you saying?” She shoots up to her feet in an instant, her entire body going rigid. She walks to the window and stops abruptly

A mocking smile spread across my face, and I cut him off mid-sentence before he could finish. “No need, Elias. I’ll save you the trouble. I, Dahlia Knight, daughter of the Moonfang pack, reject Elias Lockhart as my mate.” The moment those words left my mouth, I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop the blood threatening to spill as the pain consumed me entirely. I staggered back, and before Elias could reach for me, I stepped away, forcing myself to steady on my feet. “Don’t touch me!” I spat out, through gritted teeth. “You disgust me.”

Elara lowered herself slowly, every nerve aware of the room, the shadows, the way her presence seemed to tug at the edges of the light. Alexander poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Her fingers brushed his. The pressure surged violently. Alexander recoiled as if shocked. Elara gasped, gripping the armrest. The room dimmed—not dark, but muted, colors draining toward grayscale. “Elara,” Damien said urgently. “What’s happening?” Her vision blurred, and suddenly she wasn’t in the manor. She was back in the chamber. Stone. Light. The artifact pulsing. And behind it—

My vision swam slightly, but I focused, pulling out one book after another, flipping through their pages frantically. Herbal Remedies for Common Illnesses. No, that wasn’t right. The Mystical Origins of Divination Bloodlines. Close, but not what I needed. A twinge of frustration flared within me, and I dropped the book onto the table, my fingers gripping the wood as another wave of dizziness hit. “Think, Leia,” I muttered under my breath. What else could this be?

Who would even want a weak omega like me in the first place? A sigh escaped my lips as I did my chores. I returned to my room and started looking for what to wear for the mating ceremony. “Alice!” I heard a loud shriek from downstairs and I immediately knew it was my cousin, stacey. I rushed down to her room and she was standing with a pile of clothes with her face red with rage. Stacey is my cousin, my very spoiled cousin at that. She is the only child of my uncle Alpha Lucas and his Luna, Elizabeh Lockheart.