Haunting Adeline Adeline Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

“Emily, this place… it’s not like the world you’re used to. People don’t just walk into forbidden places and come out the same.” I swallowed hard. “I have to try.” She stared at me for a long time. Then she leaned in a little and whispered, “There’s a man. His name is Arlo. He’s part of the cleaning crew, but he’s also a runner for Dominic.” “Dominic?” I asked. She nodded. “Yeah. Master Matteo’s right hand man. If there’s anyone who knows the layout of this house — even the underground — it’s Dominic. And Arlo runs errands for him sometimes. Maybe he’s heard something.”

With slow steps, she emerged from the darkness of the forest and made her way through the people crawling on the ground, looking for a way to silence the screeching that echoed in their heads. “Tara... Tara... Tara... Tara... Tara…” She continued singing as she drew closer to the mansion, where she finally used her free hand to open the enormous door. Her powerful scent invaded the king's sense of smell, who delicately placed his female's body on the floor and, enduring the screeching in his head, stood up looking towards the door. His enormous claws and fangs came to the surface, waiting to tear apart whoever entered the hall. However, when the door opened, the figure of Adeline appeared.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

Vicky whispered at my side, “You’re terrifying.” I smirked. “I’m untouchable.” ★ ★ ★ Kael’s POV The whiskey scorched my throat, but it dulled nothing. The emptiness remained, gnawing. My phone buzzed, Miss Adeline’s name flashing. I answered, voice heavy. “Yes?” Miss Adeline’s voice shook. “Sir… There's a woman claiming to be your wife. Customers are leaving. The staff can’t contain her.” I pressed my hand against my forehead, shutting my eyes. Diana’s face haunted me. Her laughter. Her smile. Her absence.

It wasn’t confirmed yet, but in our world, it wasn’t impossible either, especially when that man made a deal with the devil or was the devil himself. We ended the day. Hendrix and Hunt went back to their work while we drove back to the pack house after we made sure that Milka was fully recovered. She was supposed to go home, but she insisted on coming with me. I thought it was because she wanted me to come to her when I was pulled into Kaiser’s world, but I was wrong. “I saw you, Adeline,” she said after I closed the door when we entered my room. “What?” I asked, “I saw you standing next to the man who was found dead at your border.”

I cried but Darren and Celine already had their mind made up as Darren placed the gun on Adeline’s stomach. “M… mommy.” Adeline cried, staring at me and before I could blink, the sound of gunshots filled the air and the smell of gunpowder followed. Watching with my mouth opened and my eyes wide as Darren dropped Adeline’s lifeless body on the cold, hard ground. “Adeline?” I muttered as I crawled to her side but her face was pale, she wasn’t smiling and her eyes were closed. She was bleeding profusely and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her to open her eyes. I couldn’t get her to call me ‘mommy’ once again.

The door was half open, and I stopped in front of it, lifted my hand, hesitated, then knocked once, barely a tap. The door swung wider almost right away, and Adeline stood there. She looked… unreal in a tight black skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, ending just above her knees, a white silk blouse tucked in perfectly, the fabric so thin I could see the faint outline of her bra underneath, and high black heels that made her legs look endless. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat low bun, not one strand loose, and she had on red lipstick, dark enough to look almost black in the low light. She didn’t smile. She just looked at me with those steady eyes that always made me feel small and e

Ximena/Angela’s POV Aunt Sadie remained silent until Penelope had finished with Raven and put her to sleep. “I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help Hudson get out of there. Something tells me that if he doesn’t get out soon, something terrible might happen. Remember how Mila ended up,” Aunt Sadie explained after Penelope left. “Do you think Adeline’s ghost is involved?” I asked awkwardly. “I don’t believe in ghosts or resurrection. Adeline is gone, but her conspirators are still alive,” she said firmly, as if she knew exactly who was behind everything.