The Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

Killian’s P.O.V The grand hall was alive with murmurs and quiet conversations, the air thick with anticipation. But the moment we stepped in, an eerie silence fell over the room, as if the walls themselves held their breath. Every eye turned to Dahlia—her torn dress, the bruises lining her delicate skin, the trembling in her frame despite the fierce determination she tried to hold onto.

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

But something about it all screamed too clean. The kind of ending that hides another beginning. My phone buzzed once. Dahlia. I groaned. The last thing I wanted right now was another briefing or one of her smartass jokes. I hit the hands-free anyway. “What?” Her voice came through light and casual, like she hadn’t just spent all night cleaning up bodies. “Do you know anyone with the name Lisa?” My grip tightened on the wheel. “Lisa?” I repeated, my tone flat. “Yeah.” She paused. “Im be haunted by her. Lena kept calling another woman’s name and it’s insane.. Lisa…. Lisa…. Lisa, I fucking hate that name.”

Zayn roared as he lunged, but the other twin, Jessica, blurred into motion, her nails elongating into black talons that whistled through the air, forcing Zayn back. "Stay focused, Alpha," Dracula mocked, his crimson eyes locked on mine. "You worry for her? You are too late. This room is full of thieves who have tasted what belongs to me." He tilted my head back, exposing my neck to the flickering candlelight. I saw Hailey watching us from the doorway, a sick, playful smile on her lips as she smoothed her blue dress. That bitch wasn't horrified by the blood instead she was turned on by the chaos.

Myself and many of the others burst into tears. Dahlia pov I hear the voices again, but this time they aren't telling me to die, they are telling me to stay alive, To wake up and be with the people I know and love. But I'm scared. Their voices are filled with concern Sadness. Worry. Anger. Devastation. Guilt. I hear them, I hear them all. The darkness might suffocate you, but if you don't wanna die then fight it. Dahlia pov

**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depiction of sexual abuse that may be upsetting for some readers.** SAMALAH: My eyes did not deceive me… It really was her! That b*tch in a red and black off-shoulder dress, it really was Dahlia Hurst! “Hah, and he said he was coming here alone… How pathetic,” I muttered in bitterness despite myself.

~KADE~ I waited till Damian came to pick up Dahlia before going to see the damage she had created. I followed the sound of the screams and sighed when I saw the people she had beaten. They were three women and two men. Something didn't seem right though. When Axel and I blacked out, we didn't just bite them. By the time we woke up, they were all mutilated and dead. Why wasn't Dahlia killing them? Was her wolf still conscious when it went into the dark state or was her hybrid blood fighting the curse? Either way something was up and we all needed to figure out what.