Haunted Adeline Novels & Stories

Camilla stood, towering over her, and whispered, almost venomously, "I'll make your life a living hell." Adaline shrank back instinctively, eyes wide and heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest, trying to contain the sting, not just from the tea, but from the cruelty of it all. The room felt suffocating, every shadow somehow magnifying Camilla's presence. And in that moment, Adaline realized just how alone she was in the mansion even with Mrs. Margareta nearby, she could not protect her from this not to talk of when she's away. Camilla's smirk lingered as she turned slightly, leaving Adaline trembling in the corner, silently enduring the torment.

A chill traced my spine. “He’d hum it in the spring,” she went on, as if we were old friends sharing memories by a fire. “After his shifts. After our bond. I thought it was just a song, but after the curse… I heard it in the trees. It didn’t sound like a song anymore. It sounded like hunger.” She turned. Her eyes met mine—empty and full all at once. “You smell like her,” she said. “Like truth and desperation.” “Elena,” I said.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

I can't say how many times I heard her sobbing, and she can't deny it for I can read her mind. When we first came to our mansion in the Mortal Realm, it looks like a haunted house back then. It was elegant, yet eerie. I was down as soon as we get there, luckily, my best friend's pack was also there to help us. The following day, I manage to regain my consumed energy. ******* "Alaric," The young Adhira said as I finally manage to walk. I was too drained from the fight, luckily, I recover my energy fast.

But what if he felt something for her? The night was falling over the city as she lay down on the bed, torn between hope and fear. Should she take a risk and trust him? Should she become his lover? With a heavy heart, Adeline decided she had to stop. She could not cause harm to a third party. However, that was easier said than done. And so it was that the following night, Adeline found herself getting ready to attend her secret rendezvous. She felt nervous about the dress she had chosen. The soft fabric clung to her curves, and the embroidered detail on the neckline gave it an elegant touch. But even so, her belly was still the problem, it never ceased to look wide and plump.

She thought she was this close to nailing Carmela with the news from the pack witch but with the pack witch murdered and Tatum thinking he is Carmela’s mate, she is now back to square zero. She hears a loud pound on her door and her eyes snap from her reflection to the door just as it flies open. Adaline steps in and the gaze she sets on Leila reeks of malice and contempt. Her eyes are narrow and her fists are clenched. “When are you moving out?” Adaline blurts out curtly, picking Leila up and down with her scornful eyes. Leila gives her a stern look before she shakes her head, walks into her closet and shuts it behind her.

She fucking looked like me! Same face. Same hair. Same build. It was like staring down at a dead reflection. Lifeless, dripping blood, and terrifyingly familiar. I gulped, taking a few steps back, shaking my head in disbelief. “I killed her. Finally!” Adeline cackled, wiping her face with her blood stained hand. “I, Adeline Black, killed Mikaela White!”

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

‎" Oh those.... Well I told them to burn everything you brought from your house and fill your wardrobe with new attires. What? ‎"You ...mean everything I brought" ‎"Look Adeline.... You're no more the girl you used to be. You're married to a business man who has a reputation to uphold I expect you as my wife to support that" he smiled but the smile wasn't a nice one. It made my blood boil and freeze. ‎" Yeah....I uh... understand" I don't know why but I couldn't think straight it was like this was just a nightmare that I'll wake up from soon.

They didn’t divorce, but they didn’t seem to reconcile anytime soon. Before Clavier could say anything, Adeline collapsed, and he rushed in to catch her body. “Adeline!” Clavier called as her eyes were slowly closing. He touched her forehead and felt her skin was burning hot as if she was grilled alive. There were red markings all over her arms. With her shaking hands, she reached for something inside the pocket of her jacket. “What’s this?” Clavier asked. “The drug...the First Elder’s blood used to produce the drug...and the research data….” Adeline replied softly before losing consciousness.