The Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

~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.

The Book of Dark Arts". The girls names are Dahlia the dark haired one, and the blonde is Cornelia. As far as we are concerned though they are non-starters. Lily can take them out with one hand behind her back.

They retired to Daisy's room, the events of the day still lingering in Daisy's mind as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ally! Are you asleep yet?" Daisy Hunter asked as she stared at the wall clock, the time was 8.59 pm. "What is it?...are you finally ready to let me help you as a Doctor?" Allison's voice was barely above whispers as she sat up on the bed. "Have a look at this?" Daisy Hunter said, her hands wobbly as she hands her best friend the file. "What is this?" Allison asked, her face etched with bewilderment and anxiousness.

CHAPTER 60: VIVUS Zahra's Pov The slightly cold and harsh prick of thorns pressed against my knees, damp from the rain that had started to fall. It was a light drizzle at first, just enough to seep into my skin, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued on the coffin in front of me, sitting silent and still beneath a thin black cloth. Next to the coffin was a large frame which stood on two antenna-like poles, with a hand-print of "Here lies the body of Dashiell Blackwood," written on the frame.

The way she wouldn’t stick around to chat with him, even when she was handing him money and he was trying to stare down her shirt. We were eating pot noodles every night and watching television on a stuttering black and white. She kept a chair jammed up against the door. I remember the nightmares I had back then. On those nights, in this place. The door shuddering, the chair bending apart. Me stiff on a warped mattress, too bare beneath stained sheets. Wet spreading into the firm, soft space beneath my hips, making the fabric stick to my skin. My eyes opening on a pure blackness, total and close. A blackness that breathed, that saw me. Scorching my eyes and filling my mouth, climbing into me

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.

“It was to protect what’s left.” He turned to face her. “Protect it from who?” And before she could answer, a voice came from the shadows near the window. “From me.” They both froze. Dahlia stepped out into the light, dressed in black, her expression unreadable. Her presence was like a slap—unexpected, cold, and hard. Anaïs swallowed. “What are you doing here?” “You should’ve seen this coming,” Dahlia said, calm but sharp. “I warned you once. Now I’m not warning again.”

It looked nothing like the dying blossom I had hidden away. How? Why? This has to be a bad omen. But before I could process the confusion, something changed. The flower twitched in my palm, twitched, and in the blink of an eye, its vibrant glow darkened. The petals shriveled with unnatural speed, curling inward like fingers burned by fire. They turned black, deep, decaying black, and then crumbled into dust. My breath hitched. I stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the dead petals falling from my hand like ashes.

She had a target number, and she was agonizingly close to reaching it—the number that would buy Lucas his freedom and, more importantly, buy her enough time to begin the search for 'D finally. Elena adjusted the silver tray, which was under the weight of three crystal glasses filled with clear liquid. She glanced down at the small, faded pink diary she kept in her apron pocket. It wasn't allowed, but she took the risk. The diary was the only proof she had of the most terrifying, pivotal night of her life fifteen years ago. A red heel, a giant spider, and a boy whose name started with 'D.' She had to find him. But until then, she had to survive. Her gaze swept over the room: the polished marb

“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.