Mystic Fantasy Dahlia Novels & Stories

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?”

Dahlia When the man’s eyes flicker to Ellen, I pull her closer to me. His gaze returns to me, his jaw ticking. “I can always know when it's Helen or Dahlia” His tone softens, “The scar.” His eyes drift to my temple, just above my brows. “How do you expect me to believe you're Dahlia?” He directs the question to me. My breath catches, “I am Dahlia.” I say confidently. But deep down, I am not sure of anything.

“You’re telling me Dahlia… that she might be connected to some forgotten tribe? That the moon goddess is somehow linked to all of this?” Eugene’s gaze locked on mine, unwavering. “I don’t know yet. But I’ve never seen anything like it. And if those stories were true, then Dahlia is far more extraordinary than even she realizes.” I shook my head slowly, running a hand through my hair. “Blue light from the moon goddess… It sounds like a fairy tale, Master Eugene. But if it’s true, then what does that make her?” He didn’t answer right away. His silence felt heavier than words. Finally, he murmured, “It makes her a chosen. But for what…I do not know yet.”

Dahalia's POV. "Thank you." I appreciated the stranger, and he gave a smile, about to move forward when I caught his hand. "What is your name?" I found myself asking and he turned to face me. "Grim Walker." He responded, and I couldn't help but stare at his hot body in front of me. His red hair was plaited with golden piercings in his ears, and his golden eyes reflected through the sunlight. I have never seen him before and he also didn't seem to be around from here.

When the last lock broke free, the weight of the magic inside spilled into the air like dust from a tomb. Mikan exhaled sharply. “That’s… Dawlya magic.” “Yes.” Morgan opened the book, careful with the fragile pages. “The oldest surviving Dawlya manuscript. Written before the Dawlya became an order. Before they even called themselves that.” Mikan frowned. “Before the civil split.” “Before everything,” Morgan whispered. He turned several pages until he reached a section inked in charred red. A symbol was drawn there of three interlocked triangles forming a circle. The same mark that appeared behind Avi’s Circle signature in the magical projection.

Blake roared in distress and clinked his feet to the ground impatiently. "Yes, meeting Aryan for the first time, I fell in love immediately and it was love at first sight. I and Dahlia case had always been similarly avoiding mating with anyone simply because we didn't found anyone worthy to be called a mate, so I had to do what I did so that Dahlia could return to her family and I could be with an Aryan," Amora blurted out.

I looked up to see him smiling down at me. “Stop mocking me!.” I cried then got off my back. I pulled myself back together. “We’re in Germany we can’t make it.” “Video call Grandma!.” I rolled my eyes. I walked to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee and sat down. “The book of Zillah is said to hold secrets about where to find the apple!, it is said that a diamond shaped stone lies inside the book!. Find the first one and it will lead you to two others!, together they make a key!.” Alexander told me.

Nyxie held tight to her daughter, Erys turning to the doors. Salax stood as Dakota walked in. "Oh look, my next toy!" That was a bit gross. Ally stuck out her tongue but stood in front of her mom and little sister. Zukira returned with Elysium, and Nyxie let Elysium hold her. "One reason why you did it," Nyxie growled, holding Erys at bay. "Because I can," Dakota shrugged. "She's a half blood. No one cares about her." Nyxie let her shadows loose on him, watching him hit a wall. Elly stared, wide eyed. "Mommy didn't even touch him! Did you see that? That was awesome!"

"Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'." "Alright." Cassandra flipped through the pages, describing the contents to Vasilisa to check if she had stumbled across the Amulet's recipe yet. "This page has several onion-like plants and nude women," she told the Czarevna. "I think that is the one," Cassandra did as she was told. "But really, why so many nude women in your grimoire?" Cassandra couldn't help asking. But Vasilisa didn't answer her and just went back to pacing back and forth. Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent.