Haunting Adeline Content Warnings Novels & Stories

“You had unprotected intercourse with a delinquent guy who had no future, and now we find out that he probably cast a spell on you from a cursed book he had from his cult?! What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’ll transform into this mythical being that teleports using shadows?! This is too freaky, Shyne! Oh my goodness!” “As much as I hate to agree with this woman, she’s right. I am in complete shock right now, and I can’t believe I almost had a delinquent addict who is also a spawn of Satan as a brother-in-law. Tell me honestly, did you do drugs while you were with him, or was that the black magic talking?” Izzy obviously wanted to be as dramatic as Perry but kept her composure.

I stare into her bulging eyes as she whimpers fighting for air, I wish I could kill her over and over again for the things she has done. "Raven is the Goddess of Death, removing her lycan is impossible. I will be glad to see you die, knowing she will not show mercy to your soul," I growl into her ear, thrusting my other hand up into her chest; with a sickening crack and squelching noise I tear through her ribs and flesh. My hand is slick with her warm blood as I dig my claws in deep, cutting into her organs before removing my hand letting her slowly bleed out, painfully slowly until she dies. "No, not my son! Let me go!" I hear Adaline's agonized screams, as they pull my attention from Sasha

I look at them, baring my teeth and fangs, my eyes turning neon and I growl "YOU CAME FOR MY MATE!" "We are sorry, we just want -- " and that's as far she goes before I throw the pencil with a reknewed force and perfect target, it hits her right in the throat, and seconds later, she's gushing out blood, falls to the ground, and the floor turns crimson. I watch with satisfaction, then walk to the sister, who is on the fllor, and crying as she holds her dead sister. I bend until we are at eye level and say in a menancing tone "No one comes for Addie, tell all your crazy witches, no one touches Adaline Vulkov, touch her and you die, let this be a warning."

“Do you have Napoleon and Stalin too?” Vincent smacked Liam’s head. Pretty sure the sound echoed throughout the place. Adeline came closer to them while Cohen retreated backward. His mind couldn’t handle it. His wolf resurfaced once again, trying to push him. He ran in the other direction, away from Mira’s doppelgänger before he did something terrible. “Is he alright? He looked like he had seen a ghost.” Adeline muttered. Everyone whipped their heads to her. She had no idea. Everyone right now had seen a fucking ghost, and that was her. Cohen’s reaction was way worse than theirs because she reminded him of his mate.

I slammed my mind walls shut, he clearly needed time to chill, and I needed the space to breathe. This was the torment I had been dealing with ever since I met Adeline in my literature class a week ago. Dax had been making my life a living hell with his relentless demands to mate and mark her. Heck, I couldn't even remember how many times he had forced me to run to her window under the cover of night, just to be close enough to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers. It was the only thing keeping him sane, that, and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors.

The boys stare, confused, their heartbeats loud in my ears—too familiar, too much like mine. “Vincent,” Adeline says, her voice shaking now. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” “Don’t I?” I lean in, my voice a whisper for her alone. “I smell it, Adeline. Your heat. Their blood. You can’t hide from me.” She flinches, and for a moment, I think I’ve won. But then the older boy steps forward, his small fists clenched, glaring at me. “Leave my mom alone.”

The more I tried to move, the more immobile I got until it felt like my body had become a statue. My ears rang with someone's laughter. I couldn't recognize who was laughing. At first, it seemed like the moon goddess was laughing at me, but then the laughter turned into my sister's. Her laughter rang louder and louder in my ear until it drove me towards the edge of insanity. "I killed two Alpha wolves! I'll have their heads on the wall of my ship's cabin! They'd look so beautiful there!" Adeline's words rang in my ears, terrifying me even more.

Wires snaking out from a dirty black box blinking with every second. There was no sound, or screaming. Only the image and time. My hands started shaking. “Dominic?” Diego asked. “What is it?” I couldn’t speak. “Dominic.” Matteo stepped closer, his voice sharp now. “What the hell is it?” They crowded around, trying to see. My fingers couldn’t move. The phone trembled in my grip. Then another ping. A message popped up across the screen. Marry me properly this time. 24 hours. Or you’ll collect their ashes.

The head rolled onto its neck, its eyes staggering in their sockets. “Fight!” It commanded, a grotesque smile touching its lips. “You chose this, now fight it!” The being raised its sword, then made a swipe at me. An angry growl erupted from behind me, ice, and suddenly I was jolted back into the reality of my bed, and a screeching bedside alarm. “Wrong wolf!” “That could mean so many different things,” Adeline said, folding a pair of sweats into her sports gear bag. Somehow, during the evening, just after I got off my shift, Leesa and I had found our way to her house.

Or werewolves at this case. “So… what did you see, Adelaine?” – Damon said. Among the three of them, he was the only one who’s seemed interested about the dream reading. Adelaine suddenly got serious. She shook her head slowly, giving the two wolves the impression that what she was about to say would not be good. “It’s not good, my king and queen. I saw something dark.” Harper frowned. What bad could go from a dream? In her mind, she only thinks of this as nonsense.