Haunting Adeline Full Book Novels & Stories

I lay there, shivering, my body trying to heal the invisible wounds of a rejected bond while the silver chains continued to poison my blood. A soft click of the door made my ears twitch. I became alert instantly, my instincts screaming. Someone was here. I forced myself upright, my back scraping against the rough stone as I tried to find my footing. The door creaked open, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway.

My flight was in an hour, and I felt relieved to be finally getting out of here. I didn’t even say goodbye to Clay, and I knew him very well; he’s going to be pissed off. I sat down and made myself comfortable. It was awfully cold inside. I took a book to pass the time and began to read "Haunting Adeline"; it’s one of my favorite books, and I’ve read it more than ten times. “Excuse me?” I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t hear the woman standing in front of me.

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.

She glanced toward Benji, not wanting to see Peabody’s waxen face or unblinking eyes or ghoulish grin. He stood, her beloved. His body abandoned and forgotten, the memory of who he was waited, his eyes on the ceiling. All those failures feeding your shadow. Peabody’s breath was cold against her cheek as he smiled, his eyes, too, lifting skyward to the dusty, dingy, yellow stretch above. And now, your trip into forever. And against all reason, her thoughts too slow to stop her, she looked up. On the ceiling above, the dead lived. But not the rats and beetles and bugs and snakes she feared waited in the hidden spaces of Eidolon. No. This was a seething swarm of human souls fighting what felt l

"We just need to get out of the open. We’ll find a place to hide together. A hollow log, a cave... anything." "Hide?" A sharp voice cut through the dark from just behind us. Even though I couldn’t see her face clearly, I knew it was Mirabel. I would recognize that sneering tone anywhere. "That’s your big plan, Adeline?" She chuckled and stepped closer. "You three really think hiding like scared rabbits is going to save you? If you had a single wolf between the three of you, maybe you’d have a real chance at surviving the night. But no, you’ll probably just trip over each other in the first five minutes and serve yourselves up on a silver platter."

she says, voice low and dangerous, “and I will turn your bones to ash before you can scream.” One hunter lunges anyway, raising his axe. Adeline moves faster than I’ve ever seen her move. She slams her palm against his chest. A burst of silver-blue light explodes from her hand and the hunter flies backward as if struck by a battering ram. He crashes through the broken door, landing in a heap outside with a crack. The others freeze. Adeline smiles, but there is no warmth in it.Vines of light crawl up her neck and across her cheek like living tattoos.

she hinted. My eyes widened when I saw a thick fog coming out of Adeline's hand and beginning to envelop me completely. “What is this? What are you doing?” I shouted at her. But it was too late: the fog had entered my nostrils and, in a matter of seconds, all I remember is passing out. *** Bradley “I'm sorry, my master, I had no choice, the girl was hysterical,” I heard Adeline say with her face in her hands. In fact, I couldn't even scream. After all, the whole mansion heard the screams of my mate, who was clearly in a state of panic.

"All I see is a curse that changes my fate, a curse that took my beloved one from me. How can you tell me Moon Goddess is merciful? She hates me, she really hates me." She walked back to Nora's side, looking into her eyes. "Tell me, have I done something wrong or is it my forefathers who did and I'm suffering for their sins?" "You understand less, Adeline." "Make me understand! Make me get it, Nora. My whole life is messed up. I'm sure Aiden is somewhere right now thinking of the best way to reject me, what would become of me after that?" "Cry no more, Adeline." Adeline turned around when she heard a familiar voice and that was when she saw Sienna walk in.

I need to be comfortable if I am going to collapse. I pick up a new book to read, it is titled Haunting Adeline and it is a dark romance. I start reading the book to pass the time and about twenty minutes later, “Luna, you were right. Austiin and Cyrus followed him home and when he knocked on the door, a blonde girl opened the door and let him in,” Harlan tells me through our connection.

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.