Mystic Fantasy Dahlia Novels & Stories

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.

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

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

I knew who it was even before I saw the figure step into the dim light. A tall, older woman, hunched by age but sharp in her movements, entered the room. It was Mistress Dahlia, one of the royal healers. She had been the one to tend to us when we were children, and I knew her well enough to understand that she was always watchful, always listening. Her gray eyes scanned the room, and for a brief moment, I feared she might have noticed me.

It was unlikely we would both be allowed to pair with each other, but it wasn't impossible. "Silence," Mrs. Periwinkle said, and everywhere quietened. Despite her advanced age, her voice carried powerful commands that couldn't be resisted. With just one word, every student would stop whatever they were doing. So, aside from being tagged as the duck, she was the grand witch of Mystic Academy.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

now stood before us, a beacon of revelation. Sydney's eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and something deeper, something unnamable, flickering in their depths. It was a revelation that seemed to have unraveled the very core of her being, exposing a truth that had long been veiled in the recesses of her consciousness. The villa, bathed in the soft glow of twilight, seemed to hold its breath, as if cognizant of the gravity of this moment. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, mingling with the lingering taste of the exquisite meal. It was as if nature itself bore witness to this revelation, this unveiling of a name that held the key to so many unanswered questions. In the stillness that foll