Haunting Adaline Novels & Stories

The sight before me was truly gut-wrenching. The man I was speaking to earlier about Adelina was hanging from the ceiling with a rope tied around his neck and blood was spewing out of his mouth. I could tell this was supernatural death because there were visibly black veins on his neck, leading to his eyes. I could see the black liquid seeping out of my eyes. This has to be the work of Adelina. I saw Isla’s car pull into the garage and I immediately approached her car and got in. “What the hell?”

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

Stalker: Don't do whatever you're about to do. I was hit by a wave of sudden discomfort through my body. This message was clearly from someone who was spying on me. I walked out of my room into the corridor and nobody was there so it couldn't be anyone from this house. The room only had one window and it had a view of the backyard and the house behind us.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Jake said, responding to Julia, "well, after I hypnotised Ryan, I must've accidentally exposed him to the forces of darkness. They sensed the book's magic in him and now he's being used like a conduit. " "A what now? " came Matt. "I think I've heard that before, " Julia cut in, "he's like the Annabelle doll in Annabelle !" She referenced the infamous doll which acted as a beacon to call upon the forces of evil-a conduit- as Julia explained. "Except now, it's not a doll but my hypnotised brother." "Well, if he's still under your hypnosis spell, " Julia added, "he'll eventually come back. " "And don't forget the beacon thing!"

∆Margot's p.o.v∆ Where was she? It had been quite awhile since Adalyn excused herself to go somewhere. Obviously I was most probably over reacting but then again I had a horrible feeling about it. I could feel it in the deepest crevices of my gut. I sighed out of frustration and decided to go check, just in case. I pushed open the doors which apparently they have some sort of tendency to make abnormally heavy and all I could manage to do was stay speechless for a split second before reality gave me a good slap. The tap was open thus emerging the bottom of the sink and slowly forming a pool of water on the floor. Adalyn. She was, well, unconscious. Her body laid on the floor and the water was

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

I pressed my face against the ceiling until my cheeks were imprinted with splinters, desperate to absorb even these tiny fragments of normality. I couldn’t see much through the narrow gap, but I could hear. Footsteps. Voices. Life continuing while mine had been paused. And one voice in particular—light, melodic—that I recognized instantly though we’d never met. Adeline. The woman whose photo Carlisle had shown me, smiling cruelly as he described her perfect teeth, her unblemished skin, her trusting nature. “She reminds me of you,” he’d said. “Before you disappointed me.” She was up there, unaware of what lay beneath her feet. Unaware of what awaited her.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.