Haunting Adeline Ebook Novels & Stories

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Adeline’s pov I tried not to cry again. This was something my tear ducts were used to, it was almost a routine to watch it dry up and so I sucked in the tears and thought happy thoughts. Thoughts that comprised of the good old earlier days. Looking back to the sequence of events which brought me to that house of brooding mystery, of sinister undercurrents and disturbing echoes. I sat on a wooden bench I had found as I became lost in thought all alone in the darkness.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The door creaked open, and I glimpsed my exit – such a cruel taunt, to see the way out and be utterly unable to reach it – before it groaned shut again, the latch sliding home and sealing us both inside. Red-soled heels tapped against the floorboards. I reached for the stake, remembering the way the fire-haired vampire had crushed my hand the last time I had done so. But it slipped against my palm, and I closed my fingers around it. “Hello, little hunter,” Alice purred. The ugly jut of her chin was made all the more obvious by the shadows, which pooled around her like liquid night. Her dark eyes glittered, like a thousand stars extinguishing at once. She was the cold of space, the places whe

Adeline has to live in a world full of betrayals, problems, and mistakes with a bit of miracle. Adeline woke up the next day after the alarm sounded. From what she remembered, she never had an alarm clock. Therefore, where did that loud and annoying sound come from? She suddenly hears a groan. A man’s morning groan. She gathered her thoughts before realizing she’s not in her apartment. She’s at someone else’s and she didn’t know whose. Adeline could feel the bed moving and she’s lying to it, although she’s not the one moving. She carefully turned her head on the right side to see who’s sleeping right next to her, and a piercing scream broke the morning silence.

at exactly 11:59. As she said that, the dark figures disappeared and the spirits of victory whispered; "VICTORY TO THE LEGEND" and vanished. I stood up, took a deep breath, and recited in a very deep baritone voice I never knew I had; "Goddess, I summon you." She appeared and mumbled; "YOU WON MORTAL. THIS IS A MYSTERY THAT WILL LIVE FOR AGES." She stretched forth her hand and the coffin having Isabella's body appeared close to her and both vanished.

A strange idea had entered her distant mind while she sat quiet during the droning monologue of his funeral service. Before the funeral, she considered burning every last one of his papers. Damon had been so consumed with it that it kept him from sleep on many nights. Even when he did slide into bed, insomnia kept him fidgeting for an hour or more. It drove Anne to annoyance until Damon sprang up again to continue reading and speculating on that mythological obsession of his.

“Now rise, rotten apple, and let us be rid of you.” Above her, the neon glowed red, the color more sunset than shocking crimson in the rain-slicked sidewalk at her feet. Across the street, the door to Eidolon waited. The rain still fell, the drops so light they no longer pelted the thin plastic tied beneath her chin. And though she held the keys in hand, her home no less than fifty steps away, she stood, lost in a turbulent sea of raging ghosts and regretful memories.

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.”

Saw the blood drip into her mouth. “No!” Yvette screamed. The memory ripped away. She fell to the ground, gasping. The ghost of Adeline leaned over her. “You cannot undo the pact,” she whispered. “Only pass it on.” “No.” “Then she dies.” --- --- Yvette stood slowly. Her whole body trembled. “I will never give her to you.” Adeline smiled sadly. “Then take her place.” The room spun. The candles flared. Yvette collapsed into darkness. --- When she awoke, she was back in Cara’s room.