Haunting Adeline Ch 16 Novels & Stories

“It’s open. Trusting. The kind of face that’s never learned to lie.” Each detail matched what I’d seen in my visions, confirming I wasn’t entirely lost to delusion. I could see her now—this Adeline—floating through the halls above me in a dress that caught the light, her golden hair bouncing as she laughed at something Carlisle said. I could see her standing where I once stood, in the grand entryway with its vaulted ceiling and portraits of Brocandale ancestors watching with those same cold, judging eyes. “And her voice?” I pressed, unable to stop myself. “What does she sound like?”

I crossed the space between us and crouched beside her. She didn’t flinch, but she didn’t look at me either. “It’s getting worse,” she said, voice low. “The air. The scent.” I nodded. “I feel it too. Like rot.” She finally turned her eyes to me. “It’s him, Silas. The cursed master. He’s stirring.” The moment she said it, the wind changed. No louder, no stronger—just... wrong. Like the forest itself had been turned inside out. That night, she curled beside me, her head against my chest, and for the first time in days, she slept.

"It would’ve been a double kill." As Adeline continued to run, she eventually reached the end of the passageway where a heavy wooden door blocked her path. She pushed it open and stepped into the night outside of the Crimson Pack’s walls, where a small forest stretched ahead Adeline paused for a moment to catch her breath, not paying attention to the wound yet. She knew she had to keep moving. With one last look back towards the wall that surrounded the pack house, Adeline turned and ran into the forest.

Adeline was shocked. “Are these werewolves able to read minds?” Adeline thought in her mind. “We can't read minds but it's written all over your face. Your expressions are kinda readable.” Josephine told her how they can tell what's going on in her mind. When Adeline was back in Allister house everyone was happy to have her back. She noticed only Vasili was missing there. So she excused herself and went to meet her husband. When she opened the door the room was dark and it was filled with smoke.

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.

More red ignoring the laws of gravity to spill and spread in a wandering sea along the ceiling as ephemeral skin tore in jagged gashes. Peabody’s arms circled her. A predator to her prey, she found herself thinking as they rose. “No,” she’d tried to say. But the word had been stolen by chaos as she ducked her head, chin to chest, and screamed as she and Peabody lifted, his mouth stretching wide to swallow the souls in one greedy gulp, as they ascended into hell. *** The memory of her stood outside. The building on Eidolon sat in front of her. It was raining, the water racing through the cracks on the sidewalk.

Nothing happened but a dead silent stare down. Delilah walked up to Malfred, he was seated on a cushion opposite Delilah. He didn't have time to get her a seat since she barge in his mansion, with him dressed in a robe. When she normally alerts him for a visit he prepares a chair for her. A chair he kept aside and normally worshipped. But today Delilah decided to stand and break the news to him. She reduced the distance between them. Her right leg lifts up in the hair, the bottom of her heel lands on Malfred's chin and the top of her heel pressed against the bridge of his nose.

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."

Camila's quiet presence beside her, whispering soothing words, was a small mercy. The the night before we got to Hazem displayed an unmistakable shift. According to schedule Adaline waltz out of her tent, goes on her knees with Camila by her side wearing a sorrowful look. I pranced towards the two going on both my knees, holding Adaline's hands. She slowly traced my hands back to me and begin tearing up.

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.”