Xenoblade 2 Dahlia Novels & Stories

Dahlia is on the floor with Cleo, holding a throw pillow like a shield, pretending she is Wonder Woman, her voice playful, exaggerated, nothing like the guarded tone she usually carries. Cleo is laughing, bright and free, looking healthier than she has in days, and for a moment I just stand there watching them. Dahlia looks… happy. Truly happy. And something about that does something to me that I do not want to understand. Before she even notices we are there, her phone rings and she picks it up immediately, almost as if she has been waiting for it. “What the fuck are you saying?” She shoots up to her feet in an instant, her entire body going rigid. She walks to the window and stops abruptly

Four minutes later, I put dry, slightly uneven toast on a plate and looked at it and looked at the maids and dared any of them to say something. Mara said something. "Miss Dahlia used to make Alpha Darryn eggs," she said, wiping down the counter with long, even strokes. "Soft scrambled. He liked them with the chives from the back garden. She knew exactly how long—" "Dahlia," I said clearly, "is not here." "No," Mara agreed. "She's not," she kept wiping. "Say what you want to say," I told her. Mara set down the cloth, turned around, and looked at me with the expression of a woman who had been waiting for this invitation for six days.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

Blake noticed her discomfort and excused them to get some drinks. “I know how it is, sis; it’s going to be okay,” Blake said, taking two glasses from the omega. Lydia sighed. “I hope so. Anyway, have you seen Beta Andrew?” “No. Why? Are you looking for Thalia?” “Yeah.” “Well, there she is,” Blake pointed out. Lydia saw the brown-haired girl in a pink gown. Thalia looked beautiful; her dress was simple yet elegant. She was chatting with some she-wolves she knew from school, but when she spotted Lydia, she excused herself and walked over.

“I do not have any freaking powers.” My frustration grows stronger with every word.“I’m just a human okay?” Dahlia listens quietly. Then she suddenly smiles. It is a calm smile. Too calm. She nods slowly. “Since you are so adamant on not believing it,” she says. “Perhaps I will have to force you to.” My stomach drops slightly at her words. My brows pull together.“What does that even—” But I stop speaking the moment I notice something in her hand. A dagger suddenly appears in her hands.

"The Blood Bane will tear you apart if they find you here." Dahlia laughed, a sharp, melodic sound that chilled the blood in my veins. She reached out, her long, claw-like nail tracing the line of my jaw. I flinched, but I couldn't move; it was as if the air around me had turned to lead. "Let them try," she whispered. "But they’ll be too busy bleeding for a throne that won't exist in a week. I came to give you a final reminder, little healer." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a terrifying hiss.

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.

This made Stella unable to find any weakness in her. "The emerald thumb ring. Give it up," Dahlia said nonchalantly. Stella had already found out about the problems with the alternate medicines. Dahlia just wanted to quickly end the battle and leave after completing her goal as soon as possible. The more she stayed, the harder it was to guarantee that she would not show her true nature.

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.”