Xenoblade 2 Dahlia Novels & Stories

“Then we're going to have to stop her one way or the other.” “And that is why I need your help to end her. If anyone knows who she is or how she reacts, that is you.” A shared look passed between us. Not quite an alliance. But something close. “I will,” Delilah said. “Even if it kills me.” “You’re not dying,” Ethan snapped instantly. She smiled faintly. “You’re cute when you’re panicked.” “I’m serious.” “I know.” Damon cleared his throat. “Let’s not have this argument on the lawn.”

Her outfit, which was a simple floral gown, made her look etheral. “Drisellda has possessed her body completely.” “Shit.” “Wait a second. That’s not Emily? Zander shook his head. “No, it’s not Kira.” Fuck. Even more reason to be worried. Drisellda would kill him for sure. “I got your message. Dahlia and I were working on a way to stop Drisellda.” Dahlia, who had surprisingly not sent a death glare my way (I could’ve sworn she hated me) brought out what looked like a knife from the sack she was holding.

Ililigtas sana ni Dahlia si Dryzen ngunit wala na itong lakas, kaya nahuli siya. Nang ininom ni Kai at ilang natitirang mga lobo ang dugo ni Dryzen, sa inaakala nilang magiging immortal sila, nagkakamali sila… Isang lason ito. Saka nagpakita ang deity na hindi inaasahan ni Dahlia, na ito ang kanyang grandma na bigla na lang nawala ang mga kulubot at parang modelo sa isang magazine. Bago pa matuluyan si Kai, “Ang dragon ang nagwagi. Nalampasan niya ang pagsubok ko. Kayong mga lobo, na matagal nang umaasam ng ka-immortalan ang siyang mawawala sa mundong ito at mapaparusahan sa pamagitan ng sakit, sa mundo ninyo.” Parang abo na naglaho ang mga katawan ng lobo, at lumapit naman ang deity kay Dah

She lowers her gaze instantly. “ Do you not wish to leave?” Bliss asks, while her eyes are on the door, creating another ten layers of barriers for Vampires. Noah isn't giving up on entering the room. Dahlia smiles bitterly and looks up. “ Let's go. I don't have anything left here anyway.” “ Thank you!” Bliss smiles and within a blink of eyes, she bites Dahlia’s dress and throws her on her back. “ Oh!” Dahlia giggles in this sudden movement.

Dahalia's POV. "Thank you." I appreciated the stranger, and he gave a smile, about to move forward when I caught his hand. "What is your name?" I found myself asking and he turned to face me. "Grim Walker." He responded, and I couldn't help but stare at his hot body in front of me. His red hair was plaited with golden piercings in his ears, and his golden eyes reflected through the sunlight. I have never seen him before and he also didn't seem to be around from here.

Rodel nodded prematurely, filled with fear and desire again when he felt Dhalia licking his elegant breasts. Dhalia pulled out a knife from behind. Rodel was startled when Dhalia stabbed it into one of his eyes. "Aaaah! Don't!" Rodel shouted. But Dhalia seemed to hear nothing; she quickly pulled out the knife and then followed with her other eye. Red blood flowed down both of her eyes. "Your mother! Dhalia!" Rodel shouted. "Didn't I tell you not to let go of the rose? But what did you do!" Dhalia shouted indignantly.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." "It's—" Finn starts to say. "Dahlia," we say at the same time. "I know." Dahlia's arms wrap around me, her sweet, candy-like fragrance hitting me strongly. "God, I've missed you so much." I hug her back. "I missed you too. What are you doing here? Did Hunter finally give you a day off?" Dahlia works as one of Hunter's assistants. She manages his travel details. "I wish," she says, sounding like she's pouting. "That bastard doesn't know how to be human at work, I swear."

It was perfect either way. The large TV that was hooked up as a monitor was turned so that we could see it. “Dahlia was able to do a deep dive with the image that I pulled from your vision.” Dahlia was the tech guru that was part of the Dark Moon pack but also worked with the Supernatural Council. She helped all of us with anything that we needed. If something needed to be found, she was our best bet. “Your mother’s name was Sophia Carson. Originally, she was from the Danes pack out in Iowa.”

I say over and over in my head when a hand softly taps on my cheek. “Breathe, Dahlia, just breathe,” Scar urges me. Knowing her abilities in medicine, I knew she was my only hope. “I need you to drink this for me,” she whispers, placing her thumb on my chin, and I open my mouth slightly when I sniffed the air. My brows furrow. “Wolfsbane?” I pull back, recognizing the scent. “Yes, it’s not lethal, just the right dosage,” she says, while I glance between her and the small vial.