The Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.

“What…?” Dahlia is struggling. Her body moves violently as she tries to get up. But she cannot. It is like something heavy is crushing her against the ground. She coughs suddenly.“Cough—!” A splash of dark red blood spills from her mouth. My eyes widen in shock. “Holy—” She coughs again. More blood. Real blood. I slowly push myself to my feet. My legs still feel weak but the pain in my head has completely disappeared now. The clearing is silent except for Dahlia’s heavy breathing as she struggles against whatever force is holding her down.

Dahlia’s voice sliced through the garage, smooth and venomous. “Well, well, Blackjack and her pet soldier. I know exactly what you’re planning with those little flips and secret meets, and Marcus was only the beginning. Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure Vex gets every delicious detail before you even reach the desert. Tick tock, lovers. I have front-row seats to your ending.” She crackled before the radio went dead. Raine’s hand tightened on my arm as Dahlia’s voice echoed.

Dahlia paced around the kitchen as she ran a hand through her hair, trying the number again and again. “Pick up… pick up…please Lena,” she whispered, as she felt tears clogging her throat, making breathing a chore altogether. When she tried the fifth time, and there was still no response, Dahlia felt her chest tighten so violently she had to grip the edge of the counter to steady herself. Her mind raced through every possibility. Where was she supposed to be today? Dance Class? A friend’s house? Did anyone see her last night? Cold dread slid down her spine at the thought of her only sister and best friend being killed by people she didn’t even know. Who could it have been? Her father’s enemi

She knew Calix had taken Zachary back to the mansion but she couldn’t rein in her fears. She was right now in Hell, a place which she wouldn’t wish to visit even in her dreams. And right now, she was not only in that deadly place but also all alone, in between the demons, defenseless and helpless. The smell of blood, rotten flesh, smoke, and ashes hit her olfactory bulbs. Diana scrunched her nose in disgust but dare not to cover her nose as she was too terrified of these cannibal creatures. Though she acted tough with Zachary it was only to cure him other than that she was utterly terrified of this ghastly place. Her body was trembling violently as she was like a poor, helpless soul who was

Her words rang in my ear, and I felt numb… ----- DANE The moment Dahlia sat down, her eyes glazing over, I panicked. Crouching by her, I wondered what she was going through. Did she remember something? I didn’t disturb her, simply holding her hand tenderly. Her palms were still covered with scars. Her chest heaved with panic, and I had the urge to snap her out of it when she suddenly slumped forward. I caught her turning her in my arms. Her face looked pale, her eyes shut.

Even so, I feel the urge to keep listening. “Alright. Then what?” [“The reason why I finally believed that you were innocent and that your story about this monster might be true, was when Dahlia’s autopsy report came out. According to the report, her body received gashes from claws and fangs of a huge wild animal. Not only that, that monster’s blood, that you mentioned you shot, was left splattered on the forest’s ground and some of Dahlia’s bruised skin.”] I swallow as I wait with bated breath on what Vivienne will reveal next.

Grayson would gladly expose that I was friendly with one of the deadliest vampires. We were all seated in the living room and by we, I meant Dahlia, Caleb, Tamara, Aiden and myself. My eyes studied Dahlia's appearance. She looked paler than usual, the fireplace making her gray eyes appear luminescent. Her gray hair cascaded down her shoulders and she was wearing a loose black apparel; the dress a large contrast from her skin and hair color. She looked old and I could literally feel the age humming in her bones, like some form of energy.

“Movies are just fiction, right? No matter how spooky they are, it’s all fake. You won’t be anxious if you think of it that way.” Hailey herself didn’t want to be so scared, but she couldn’t help but imagine those horrible scenarios repeatedly. She was about to nod at Katie when suddenly everything went black. Hailey froze for two seconds before letting out a shrill scream of fear. She accidentally knocked over the bowl, causing it to fall to the ground and break. In total darkness, someone grabbed her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She remembered what Travis Blake had said in the cemetery, about how there would be “several hands reaching out to grab her feet.” Hailey instinctively pul

A map was stretched across the stone table, and on it, seven different locations had been marked. "We’re tracking confirmed awakenings," Xander said. "Girls, mostly. One or two young men. All under twenty. All with no apparent bond, no scent, no shift." "Hollow-Blooded," I murmured. Xander nodded. "And they’re not all peaceful. The one from Haleth she killed an elder before setting fire to the pack house." "What about the one from Grayharbor?" Rafael asked. Dahlia answered. "She vanished. Left a message burned into the grass: We are not mistakes."