The Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

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.

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

I took the flowers, thanked her because my mother raised me properly, and walked out before she could try again. By the time I got back to the apartment, evening had begun to settle against the city windows. The lights below were coming alive one by one, gold and white and restless. I opened the door quietly. Dahlia was curled on the couch beneath a blanket, bare legs tucked under her, attention fixed on the television. Some crime documentary played in a low dramatic voice about missing husbands and suspicious wives. She was holding a spoon inside a pint of ice cream she had clearly forgotten to eat.

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.

*Flashback : 1000 years Earlier* A very dangerous and dark witch named Dahlia terrorized four human villages every full moon. And today was another full moon as she emerged from the shadows like death itself. In the distance, the villages stood, and she watched them while licking her cracked lips. It was time, this was her night!

I watched her pull up three different screens to run different programs. It only took her three minutes and thirty-two seconds to find some useful information. “Palmer Davidson. Age forty-three. Originated from the Dalestone pack but challenged for the Alpha title of Crimson Park at age thirty-seven.” Dahlia’s face paled when she said the original pack’s name. She immediately dialed a number on her phone, putting it on speaker so that we could also hear. “Dalestone pack. Alpha Denver speaking,” a man said. Dahlia’s fingers drummed on her desk, and I could see how she was trying to control whatever she was feeling. I did the same thing when I was overwhelmed.

Joyce walked towards him and stood beside him, her lashes trembling, as if she were barely holding herself together, and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “Thank you, Silas. My long dream would have vanished if you hadn’t continued, “Miss Brown?” The woman called out to Dahlia, “Who will be your witness?” Dahlia blinked, tears rolling down her face because she knew she had no one. Only her grandmother ever saw that picture, and Lena knew nothing about describing art, nor would she be able to. She was at the edge of a cliff, and Silas mercilessly pushed her over. Dahlia let out a broken sound that might have been a laugh or might have been a sob, even she wasn’t sure.

The staircase was dark. I climbed slowly. At the end of the hallway, there was a door. I stopped in front of it. Then I heard Sienna. "Dahlia?" My hand tightened around the doorknob. She sounded scared. Good. That meant she was alive. I opened the door. Sienna was sitting on a chair. Exactly like in the photograph. Her hands were tied. Her eyes immediately filled with tears when she saw me. "Oh my God—" "Are you hurt?" She shook her head.

Dahlia found me at the entrance to the amphitheater, still vibrating with nervous energy, her Ventus Yellow robes fluttering like a panicked bird. "Mira, you're literally the main character of every scandal today." The words came out in a wheeze, Dahlia's hand clutching her chest. "First the silent spell, then the shove heard round the world, and now you're walking around with a glow that definitely wasn't there this morning." "It's not a glow." Zephina appeared from the shadows of a pillar, her Aqua Blue blazer catching the dim light. "It's the scent of Ignis royalty. Or did I imagine the Vampire Prince carrying her off like a trophy?"

Laurie said, disappearing below the deck. Captain Nathenial smiled and kissed the back of Delilah’s hand. “There’s nothing more sexy than a determined woman.” He moved back to the wheel and pressed a button. “Black Dahlia might not be able to get you there but Dahlia Night can do the job.” Mechanical noises surrounded them and the floor beneath them began to move. They all rushed to the back of the boat seeing a smaller replica of Black Dahlia emerged from the ship. It glided out behind the Black Dahlia, blocking it from the view of the ship attacking them.