Mystic Fantasy Dahlia Novels & Stories

Miss De'Lacy opened her front door with a glowing smile and luminous gray eyes. Her chestnut hair was wrapped in a neat coiffure and her smooth and radiant features belied her late forties’ age. She enveloped me in a warm hug. "Dalia, how are you doing, darling?" "I'm fine, Miss De'Lacy. How's everything?" "Oh, you know, we're just taking it one day at a time." A small lump formed in my throat when I asked, "How is she?"

She dries her exquisite body with a towel that she left beside the mirror before taking a shower, its her habit for maybe her Alex man-up and peek at her while letting the door open, she enjoyed herself drowning in improper fantasy. Unknown to her, a black aura start oozing from her head and a dark chadowkeap staring with his eyeless socket silently,after wearing her pajamaand grab some book from somewhere, she heading down-stares to cook some food while enjoying some red wine to shill out a bit after a tiresome work. After cooking some food and fetsh some wine, she headed to the couch, turning the tv on and let it play not entersted in watching what it show, but because of loneleness and th

"He'll find out the truth. You'll regret ever messing with his head---I hate you Nathan....." "Burn in hell bitch" he spat and in that moment, Mrs Selena Dane took her last breath. Grinning maniacally, Skull took out his knife and chopped off the dead woman's fingers. **** DAHLIA Arch stared at me, emotionless. He looked really hot today. He still looked like a wreck, considering the nasty eyebags and the unshaved stubble covering his jaw. His shiny black hair was pulled back in four bold braids that made the color of his eyes stand out even more.

Because if she looks too long, she might see the truth in my eyes. ******************* Later, after the students are dismissed, I find Dalia in the royal greenhouse. She’s tending to a stubborn orchid, fingers brushing its petals with more care than she gives most people. It used to be our mother’s favorite flower. “Watching her again?” she asks without looking up. I exhale a sharp breath. “Is it that obvious?” Dalia grins. “Only to anyone with eyes. Or a pulse.” I drop onto the stone bench across from her and run a hand through my hair. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Dahlia let out a heavy sigh and slowly cleaned her body while hissing from time to time because the water had got inside of her reopened wound. She tiredly closed her eyes and let her body, which was filled with wounds, float on the water that was slowly turning terrifyingly red. Only the pain would make her feel alive. Upon seeing her this way, I wanted to reach out and hug her, yet my body was like a hologram that couldn't touch her. I wanted to curse at that past me, who suddenly turned around and left. He doesn't even know the impact that he had given on Dahlia. I was about to let out a curse when I saw myself ‘Kaleid’, with a bandage and pure herbal remedies to treat wounds and I walked

I was befuddled. “You said you have no family left, right?” I slowly nodded. “I found one of your relatives, Dahlia.” itsclarixass

After I cleaned up I sent for my second and third in command, we have a meeting and I tell them about what the Moon Goddess had said to me, they both looked some what relieved after hearing I will be calling off the battle and waiting instead for this Mystic being to find me and go form there, they took particular reverence in the bit about our generations being cursed for spilling the blood of innocents, sigh so let the waiting begin. (5 days later) I'm sitting in my bunker doing a little reading when Eiden stirs a bit giving me and odd feeling which I ignore, I turn as I thought I heard a creaking sound in the distance, I listen but hear nothing further, I turn my head back to continue on

I've never had a problem with spending money on a woman but Juni has a money spending addiction. I think that's why she always mingles with the rich. I'm currently staring at my phone's screen when I hear someone beside mention Dahlia's name. I immediately lift my head towards the garden's entrance and I can't seem to breathe properly. There she is standing tall on some shimmering heels, holder a little bag to match the shoes and not forgetting the red fitting gown with a shirt like bodice, fitting all her curves in all the right places. The red seems to shine under the lights here.

"Cassia, I can explain—" Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway. Dahlia burst in. Her body was covered in red marks, her hair a mess, her eyes filled with desperation. She threw herself into Zane’s arms, sobbing hysterically. "Zane! Save me! She's a monster!" Zane’s pupils dilated as he saw the state she was in. His gaze swept over the "Blackmoon Pack's Slut" brands covering her skin, and his face turned to stone.

Warmth spreads through me, making my veins and muscles come alive. It’s as if I’ve inherited her gift, clarity washing over me. I scan the grimoire, noting the ingredients I need. I search the jars, my hands trembling slightly, and gather everything required. I grind the herbs with the mortar and pestle, following the book’s instructions to the letter. I toss the mixture into a large pot on the stove, adding the final ingredient—a ghost dahlia.