Books Like Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

The moment his foot touched the wooden floor. the endless corridor behind him disappeared. Only the room remained. Dust floated gently through the golden light. Everything was silent. Too silent. On the desk rested an ancient notebook bound in black leather. Unlike the White Book... it had no title. Only a single silver symbol burned softly upon its cover. Adrian reached toward it. The notebook opened by itself. Its first page contained only one sentence. Every author forgets who they were... until the final story calls them home. A sudden pain shot through Adrian's head.

“That’s exactly what your grandmother used to say at your age.” I wandered farther between the narrow shelves mostly to escape the public humiliation, while Harmony disappeared toward the romance section making loud, dramatic noises about enemies-to-lovers tropes. The bookstore glowed softly beneath the low hanging lights while the snow drifted in thick waves outside the front windows facing Main Street. I paused near the folklore section automatically, my fingers tracing the bindings. Appalachian legends, mountain myths, and local history books lined the dark wood. One specific title caught my eye immediately: The Founding Families of Black Hollow.

"We both know that my parents have passed away." "Yes, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about Cailynn..." Adeline sipped her wine gracefully—a gesture that made Axel clearly see that this woman was used to having wine in her hand, unlike a woman he knew who couldn't handle the effects of alcohol. "I didn't invite her." "That's even more surprising to me," the smile on Adeline's lips already indicated that she really suspected something. But who cared about her suspicion? "I thought you weren't that close,"

They had come to this library several times, but let alone found something; they hadn't even managed to check all the bookshelves. "Adro!" Grace called. Her eyes were still focused on a book with an old leather cover. Turning at the half-whispered call, Adro quickly approached Grace, who stood at the end of the bookshelf aisle. "Did you find something?" Grace nodded. "This book seems suspicious. We should check it out," she pointed to the page she had opened. After studying the page for a moment, Adro nodded with his jaws clenched. "You're right. This is a book discussing witchcraft and magic, and it feels more familiar compared to other books on witches in this library."

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

He was currently snoring. "I found a good book this morning but unfortunately it's not in braille. Mother read me the title and I'm very intrigued by it. But in my rush to get here I left it on the library table." Eva sighed in disappointment. "What was the title?" "Vampires and Their Beloveds" "I'm not Author but I'm pretty sure the book is based on Vampires and their beloveds." Alana snickered out. "Why do you insist on ruining things with your words?" Eva questioned in annoyance. If she knew how she would roll her eyes at her best friend. Not that it really mattered anyway.

Since Susan is still doing most of the luna’s work until Adron is dead. Every time I walked in here, my breath got taken away. It was beautiful. The smell of books was something I’ll never tire of. There was one book that really stood out to me. It was called The History of Vampire Behavior. Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read.

Tension hung thick in the air as they were led on a tail chase. “We received a report from our Matlock county branch. The supernatural killings have increased considerably in the past weeks and the humans are afraid to step out of their home at nights,” Neil’s voice was thick with concern. “The reports reveal it was the work of a vampire, a very strong one at that. There were multiple cuts in the body of his victims and a bite wound. The blood was not only drained from the victims, but this one has a habit of painting the walls with the blood of his victims. I don’t want that leech coming this way to my city and I want him stopped at any cost,” he concluded.

He stormed out without another word. The door slammed behind him. I waited until the echo faded before pulling my phone out again. Still no reply from Adeline. She’d read it, I was sure of it. But she hadn’t said anything back. The little Canary that makes me even more intrigued. She wasn’t just some drunk girl who made a mistake. She knew what she was doing. She looked me in the eye and dared me to cross the line—and when I did, she didn’t flinch. And now she was hiding?

Relief and panic tangled in my chest all at once, thank God he hadn’t noticed what I was reading. I slammed the Haunting Adeline book shut and shoved it under the counter, my fingers trembling like I’d just been caught committing a crime. My palms were damp. I wiped them on my apron and lifted the bottle from the cooler. The glass was cold against my fingers. The gold label caught the light as I walked through the crowd.