Mystic Fantasy Dahlia Novels & Stories

As soon as she was physically able to, Dahlia had gone straight to the cottage on the far edge of town, paying a visit to the reclusive witch there. After paying the old woman a kings ransom, Dahlia gained possession of a small pouch of powder, it had no trace of a smell,or any noticable taste and the old lady had assured her that one it was mixed with a drop of Dahliaś blood, sprinkling a little on the desired persons food every day for seven days would convince both man and wolf that they were mates. Penny, one of her lowly followers was more than happy to visit the kitchens every night, taking Gamma Judahs plate of food to his study, where he spent most of his time lately.

Dahlia's expression softened, her tone tinged with a hint of urgency. "Whatever happened just now, whatever you witnessed... it must remain between us. You must promise not to breathe a word of it to anyone—especially the alpha. "If you wish to keep this secret from him," I countered, "then you must reveal your true nature to me. Back there, you seemed... otherworldly. As if you hosted a presence from beyond our reality. And those words you spoke earlier... what significance do they hold?” Dahlia's eyes held a mix of resignation and reluctance, as if she were torn between divulging the truth and keeping her secrets guarded. Finally, after a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of centu

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

"What are you up to?" “She’s phoning me,” I said, pulling away. “Daisy, hold on!” Seraphine yelled, yet I was already sprinting. The light led me, quicker and quicker, until I tripped into another clearing. At the center stood a weathered, ancient stone altar. And sprawled upon it, shackled by chains of darkness, was Dahlia. Her eyes flew open, shining like liquid gold. “Daisy,” she wheezed, her tone laced with agony. "It’s a snare"

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

*Dahlia* *DAHLIA* *DAHLIAAAAA* *I’m horny* *Like really horny* *I can’t get in the mood with anyone else. You have to save me* *I’m dying, actually dying and I have proof* I stared at my phone in horror as another message came through. This one was a photo. Every instinct I had screamed at me not to open it. Nothing good could come from opening a photo sent by Jace Blackmoor at midnight after he’d just told me he was horny. *Don’t click it,* Mena begged. *For the love of the Goddess, don’t click it.*

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

The ghost of Riven's presence lingering like a brand. 'Focus, Mimi. You have a cage to break and a plot to derail.' I turned the corner toward the Great Hall. Smoothed my Ignis Red blazer. Adjusted my silver ponytail. Needed to look untouchable. Needed to look like the woman who just tamed a Vampire Prince, not a girl whose mystery admirer just sent her a magical pipe bomb. "Lumira! Wait up!" I didn't have to turn to recognize the frantic, airy voice. Dahlia skidded to a halt beside me. Ventus Yellow cape askew. Eyes wide enough to fall out of her head.

The transition from the mysterious moonlit forest to the gradually brightening sky mirrored the mix of emotions within me — determination, concern, and a lingering sense of foreboding. I concealed myself behind the verdant foliage, shrouded in the embrace of the morning light that delicately unveiled the enchanting scene before me. Daliah, adorned in a dress of vibrant green that harmonized with the blossoms around, moved with a grace that seemed to resonate with the very rhythm of nature. Her hair, meticulously gathered in a coiffured bun, unveiled the slender curve of her neck, a subtle elegance that added to the picturesque tableau. The flowers, vibrant and alive in their myriad colors, y