The Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

The only sound was their footfalls; echoed from the stone of their surroundings. William watched the light dance around them and decided if ever a place would be haunted, this was it. They passed a room that clearly served as the holding cell. It stood empty and stale with disuse. It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen.

"Calyxte, I had a horrible nightmare. I then told him everything. It was the most horrible and likely nightmare I've ever had. "Belle, it was not a nightmare. It was a vision," Diane murmured in my head.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Apparently, Dahlia had been giving money to this woman every month by withdrawing funds from the company and Cain wanted to know what was going on. He waited until late at night. The mansion was dark indicating that everyone had gone to sleep. It was 1 AM and there was no movement inside. Maybe I was wrong, he thought. He was about to give up when he noticed a lone figure hurrying out of the house. Dahlia was wearing a scarf and sunglasses as if trying to hide her face. She got into her car and drove off. Cain immediately followed her, keeping a safe distance.

The very essence of my being seemed entwined with the enigma that was Dahlia, and as the night closed in around us, I steeled myself for the revelations that awaited. The night air hung heavy with a palpable sense of mystery, as though the very woods held their breath, waiting for some long-forgotten revelation. The cabin, weathered and ancient, stood sentinel amidst the towering trees, its timbers creaking softly in response to the whispering breeze. Each rustle of leaves seemed to carry a secret, a tale of ages long past. I turned to Sebastian, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of his furrowed brow and concern etched into the lines of his face. His eyes, normally sharp and unwav

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

And of course, she had the means to travel to Casino but Sophia's life would be in great jeopardy even before her flight took off. BlackBeth to Casino was close to two days on air as BlackBeth was in the farthest city in America and Casino was at the pit end of Mexico. " Take us somewhere quiet." His doubts crippled in as his muscles tensed but he tried to push it away— [she was Selena, she had to be]— He tried to convince himself. Otherwise Bryan was right. [ " It's not her Zade, she's not Selena. How blind can you even be?" Bryan accused watching his brother flipping through some papers.

David yelled. “Yeah. The same mother that died when she was 4. The two of them probably look the same age. And Meadow is well aware that her mother is dead. That vampire is just walking around with her mothers face.” Lucas snapped. “How the hell can we put our faith in the daughter of a vampire. I know that I sure as hell don’t.” David yelled. Suddenly we all got a fright when Lucas got up from his seat and the chair fell straight back onto the floor.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”