Haunting Adeline Book Series Novels & Stories

A ripple of awe passed through her—she had sensed her sister’s gift was unusual, but to hear it spoken of with such weight stirred something deeper in her. --- Later that morning, Arda and Adeline sat with the Salutary in the library, a room lined with old leather-bound texts and smelling faintly of cedar. Gillow paced near the tall windows, silent but watchful. Adeline’s voice trembled slightly as she recounted her experience. “I went out to the balcony just after sunrise. The light touched me and… I don’t know what came over me. My body seized, I couldn’t move. Then I saw it—flashes, like pieces of another world. There was fighting during the ceremony. Blood. Bodies falling. And mountain a

but she’s nowhere to be found.” Dad immediately started yelling, “Why didn’t you call us sooner? What happened?” I sighed, “Dad, I have you on speaker. I have Alex, Zach, grandma, grandpa, and Uncle Nico here. Grandpa can explain what happened.” Grandpa explained, “Yesterday evening, Adele went for a run. I had two warriors protecting her, but she outran them. They were the same warriors who always accompany her, so they knew where she was headed. When they got to her rock, she was gone. Her scent ended just outside the tree line closest to her rock.” I added, “We rescheduled our last finals and hers then came home and followed her trail. Zach found a dark magic trail.” Dad immediately grow

she hissed thinking of a murder in her head, a plan where she wants to perfect the art of killing their conning aunty--- Amor, the step sister of his father who is to entitled to this clan's welfare when in fact was banned but saved by their father, she's not in debt of life, she's just some bitch who can have her own space in this clan and want get validated, she scoffed at the thought of how ridiculous her obvious plans are. She wear her coat and stuck the strands of her straight blonde hair, Lane Adair is a mirror of Jane, her twin but unlike Jane, who is not interested in Adair's power and name but Lane is the opposite, she wanted the power and the respect, the satisfaction of fear as sh

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

A moment later, the threat swallowed, she cleared her throat. She crouched on her hands and knees. Bending low, forehead to floor, she gathered her thoughts. Steadied her breath. Around her, Eidolon spun, the roar of an ocean crashing through her ears. She reached, pulling herself forward, her fingers groping the wood. They landed on the book. The open book. The hungry book. It ate her fingers first.

Dad added, "She's right. Don't hold back. Tell us what you want. You don't need to save money for us. Adeline sends us money every month, so we're doing fine." Clara snuggled closer to my mother and smiled. "You two are the best! I love you so much!" She glanced at her phone and frowned. "But we'll have to wait a while. The food I ordered still isn't here. It's already late!" Just as she dialed the delivery number, my phone rang. They all turned toward the sound, and our eyes met. I stood frozen in shock. Clara suddenly hid behind my mother, her voice shaking. "Adeline, why are you hiding in the alley? Are you following me? Please don't hurt me again. I'm scared!"

The next day, Caitlin and Kathryn went back to Creeksville on their mother’s order to find the girl’s family and see what the people are up to and while Kathryn won’t stop talking, Caitlin’s mind drifted back to the two priests she saw yesterday and what she overheard. The priest, Aiden, had referred to them as demons taking the form of humans and he had said they will be responsible for the end of the world. It was not as if it has never crossed her mind about the dangers lurking because of the other Covens, especially the Lifeblood Coven that is ruled by Aamon. At least, he was the reason for the different Covens they have now after the death of Lady Renee, the human wife of Lord Dante. Bu

And now… “Wait.” Adeline’s voice cut through my subconscious, and I find myself peering to the outside world for the first time through her eyes. “What is it?” I asked, observing our surroundings with all my senses. “Something’s wrong.” She muttered, glancing in every direction where we stopped in the middle of the forest. Adeline waited, for a moment, and when we finally heard the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches, our hackles lifted, eyes on full alert as she lowered her mouth to the ground.

Immediately she entered her room, the smell became intense. “Did something die here? Everywhere is smelling,” Adalyn muttered. Adalyn searched the whole room, but she couldn’t find the dead animal. She searched inside the book shelves, wardrobe and cabinets, yet, she couldn’t find the dead animal. “But, I can perceive the smell from this room; show your hideout…,” Adalyn thought. Adalyn lifted the bed and saw something that resembled a human’s head; she used her torchlight to aid her view.

As she inhaled the sweet scent of innocence, the growl faded and then the power subsided. “Sleep,” Adeline said, approaching Electra and her eyes that had been glowing gold, returned to black. Carefully she reached for the necklace and pulled the crystal out of Electra’s shirt. It was now clear with a few veins of white running through it. “Sleep a little while longer.” Electra raised her hand to the back of her head. “What…” Smiling, Adeline closed her hand over the amulet. When she released it, the pewter wolf was still curled up, but the head was raised as if sniffing the air. “What happened? Your wolf is trying to wake up. It will happen soon.”