Xenoblade 2 Dahlia Novels & Stories

For years they had been building the perfect plan,perfect day,perfect army,perfect weapon to kill the Tribrid. The weapon was a black stake inscribed with the their blood. Eli's, Liliana's, Mirabelle's and Beaumont's. And the perfect wielder of the weapon,Dahlia. Dahlia met with the Trios after Greece's death. She knew she would be no match against the Tribrid alone,hence,she formed an alliance with the Trios. "Pardon me for being late!. I had urgent work to attend to." Dahlia thumped on her sole humbly before taking a seat amongst the round table.

Dahlia's Vision Dahlia collapsed in the Temple Library three nights later. We found her convulsing, ink spilled across her hands and arms, a vision half-sketched beneath her. When she awoke, she couldn’t speak for hours. Only trembled. Finally, she looked at me. "She showed me the last door." "What door?" "The gate beneath the Hollow. The one that was never sealed. It’s beneath Duskfall. And it's... open." She handed me her sketch. A spiral of sigils, surrounded by bone pillars. At the center, a silhouette wearing no crown, no face.

"Dahlia, have a seat. You're the main character today. If it weren't for you, this wedding would've never happened." Dahlia felt tense all over. She felt as though each of Olivia's words were cutting through her like a knife. "I really need to..." Dahlia tried to get up, but the bodyguards came over and pressed her back down. Clearly, Olivia was not going to let her leave. Dahlia's face turned pale, as she spoke in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?" Olivia ignored her, and said to everyone with the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce this lady next to me. Dahlia Crosby from the Kane family. Oh no, I mean, Dahlia Crosby who was once a part of the Kane family.

Dahlia nodded weakly, and together, we bolted, diving behind the broken remains of the statue as vines lashed the air behind us like angry serpents. We ducked into a hollowed wall, breathing hard. Dahlia shifted back, groaning as she cradled her ribs. “What’s the plan?” I asked, heart racing. Her lips twisted into a grim smile. “Only way to get her is to catch her off guard. We need a distraction.” I blinked. “You mean—me?” “You’re the only one she won’t expect to attack again. She wants you, so use it.” I swallowed hard. “Okay. Fine. I’ll draw her out. Just don’t die on me.”

In Dahlia's mind, she cursed and threatened him, but when she opened her mouth, it was only a faint rasp that came out. "I can't hear you, Dahlia," he chuckled, dragging her name out slowly as he glanced over his shoulder at the other leaders and warriors, who also seemed to be savoring her weakness. "Did you say something important? No? Perhaps you would like to try again." Dahlia clenched her jaw, her blood boiling from anger as she inhaled sharply, fresh waves of pain surging through her. "I will kill you all once I am healed. You all will be dead by the time I am back," she said, but in her mind as she shot glares at the second leader.

Lying through my teeth comes so easy. Dahlia's eyes glow a faint pink and she looks at the men. Knowing that she only sees me, the delighted look on her face amuses me. "My love!" She walks forward and hugs Trent. "Please help me... I feel so itchy..." she bats her eyes making Trent smirk.

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

the second person chuckled, stroking the rim of his wine glass. Lucien halted in his tracks at the sight of Dahlia, draped in that black shiny dress— a mix of sequin and diamonds. Her hair was tied neatly into a romantic low bun, two side bangs cupping her face. Her makeup was modest, almost imperceptible but...but still... "Mr Voss" Dahlia said. Lucien blinked once, an attempt to clear the fog she already caught him in. "Miss Winters" Dahlia nodded once— slightly before stepping into the hall.

He carefully let go of me, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek bones and sending tingly sensations skittering all over my body. "Get her an Americano." Giveon said to the barman who nodded and walked off. I frowned at Giveon. "You know .. last I checked, I was the one in control of my choices ...my life. How I no longer have that power befuddles me." Giveon chuckled. " I am not controlling you Dahly. I am preventing you from getting drunk. It's obvious you need help right about now." "Name's Dahlia." " Dahly suits me better. Rhymes with baby"

She was the model for Delilah’s remodelling, a few basic memories of hers were passed down to Delilah; including her name, age, family and love life. “She’s ready.” The tube began to open and the smoky air began to evaporate from the tube while the model's tube was still sealed shut. Delilah struggled while trying to stand up, her eyes were blurry and her limbs weak “How do you feel Alora?.” The scientist asked while studying her body movements and mood. Delilah, who is now Lena, turned slightly with her squinting eyes. “I feel dizzy, Mason?.” She murmured. The scientist turned to his co-scientist and nodded approvingly at him.