Xenoblade 2 Dahlia Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m Dahlia. I’m from the Cold Star pack. I was captured and held hostage by Red Ripper, but they had no use for me. I was too small and too weak for them to ever take much notice of me, so I was left in the cells to die. I was to be used in their witch’s experiments, but…” Her bottom lip wobbled, and her voice quavered, but she held firm, broadening her shoulders and hitching her chin out defiantly. Pale ginger curls clung to her brow with sweat. “There were rumours in the cells, rumours that the witch had escaped. They were struggling with their magic, unable to control it without her. Day became night, and the flowers and plants were all dying. I saw that for myself, when I ran.” Someone’

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.

Jekyll is wanting to come out but I won’t let him he will hurt her if he does. I pat her arm three times and she instantly releases me as she pants hard and I gasp for breath. I lie against her stomach; her legs either side of me as she chuckles, and I can’t believe that she made me submit. Dylan helps me to stand as Dahlia laughs loudly, like she has just won a prize. Which, to be honest, she has. She still has the fight in her. Rai moves to Dahlia with a smile on her face already healed and helps her up before she pats her on her shoulder, nodding her head in a silent acknowledgment of her victory.

"Scarlett." ******