Haunting Adaline Novels & Stories

He was never the one to shy from doing choirs and helping out, and Sarah respected him immensely for that. “This is saltwater… seawater. You appear out of thin air in the middle of the living room with a man that is unconscious now… you’re both wet and covered in soot. On top of that, you’ve been awol for days now. Am I missing something here?” Adaline sounded pissed, very pissed, and for a moment there, Sarah was scared shitless. “Mom, I can explain everything,” Sarah said optimistically. “You better!” Adaline hissed and continued drying the floor. By the looks of it, the furniture was most probably destroyed.

The vampire then had turns with each of the girls in the most disturbing matter one can think of, draining them of their blood after he had finished forcing himself on them. The screaming and the devilishly wild scene that Adams was witnessing overwhelmed him to the extent it became an impossible task for him to continue watching. Adams came out of the dark underground passage and stumbled to his room, his mind reeling from the horrifying images he had just witnessed. The weight of what he had seen seemed to physically crush him, and he struggled to make sense of the strange alliance between witches, werewolves, and vampires. Does Lucian know about this? Adams wondered, feeling a knot of fea

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.

The room felt so cold. Adrain slowly walked towards her, his footsteps echoed through the room. Tap! Tap!! Tap!!! He stopped beside her. Clara quickly closed her eyes. She remembered what the ghost had told her, Don’t look into his eyes. No matter what happens… Don’t do it. “Clara,” Adrain called her softly. She refused to answer. “Look at me!” She shook her head. “No,” Clara refused. His voice remained calm. “I said…. Look at me.”

Everyone gets to do whatever they want, and I don’t even get to sit near her. The music on the movie changed to that obvious something is about to happen music, and Adalina covers her eyes with her hands. Something she has always done ever since she was little. She has a very love hate relationship with scary movies, she loves to watch but she is a super jumpy person. I watch as she spreads her fingers just enough to peak at the screen, waiting for something or someone to jump out or something.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

he said. Then he turned and walked out without looking back. The men followed him immediately. The doors shut. Silence swallowed the room. Adaline stood frozen in the middle of it all. Twenty four hours. The words echoed in her mind repeatedly. What happens after twenty four hours? Her body trembled slightly. Was he going to kill her? Or something worse?. Her chest tightened. Because no one knows what Ronan Frost has in mind.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head. "Say that

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Ziad's apartment, behind the door, Mina's body was rigid, trapped between life and death, the cold surrounding him as if the shadows themselves were trying to devour him. Elsewhere, behind the door of Abdel Nasser's apartment, malevolent spirits were preparing. Their whispers seeped through the cracks, as if breathing anew, ready to assert their dominion over anything that came near. Their faint voices were not mere echoes, but flashes of madness throbbing in the darkness, stirring bodies and pressing down on hearts.