Haunting Adeline Hard Cover Novels & Stories

she said turning the pages onto the next bloodline, both paused seeing the ink splattered against the entire page “Oh no,” Layana said as she raised the book to see better but it was difficult, Declan took the book from her ‘House Adair… with the ability to read one’s mind and to destroy… it’s hard to make out,” he murmured raising the book closer to his face, but it was futile, the ink had covered it completely, “Read one’s mind I'm sure that’s what I did…” she said, Declan turned the page but like the page before it, the ink had covered it completely.

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.

"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."

I looked down at myself in panic, with messy hair, an oversized night gown, bare feet, and a swollen face from crying. Another knock came. “ Elena, open the door.” I stood there frozen, then I slowly removed the chairs under the handle. Then I unlocked the door with shaking hands. When I opened it, Adrain stood there in a dark charcoal suit. Perfectly clean, calm, no blood in his face and he smelled so nice. No sign of the crash from last night. He looked expensive, powerful, and dangerous. In one hand he held a fancy paper bag from a popular bakery. “You look scared,” he said

Retrieving my gun from the closet, I made my way to the window. Glancing over the front yard and driveway, it took a moment to comprehend what I was seeing. There was a black hearse parked out front with a dough-faced guy standing next to the driver's side. A female with thick brunette hair and glasses stood on the other side. Both held handguns, vigilantly searching the yard for biters. With quiet footsteps, I leaned over the banister outside my room and whispered, "It's a hearse. There's a guy and a girl guarding it."

"Yes?" "That's not a black pen." "What do you mean? Of course, it is-" Adeline had another look on the pen she just took and saw it was a red one. She doesn't know how that happened. The color she saw before she took it from Sandra's table was black, but now it's red. Adeline felt a caress on her back as she glanced at Shizuko. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Shizuko asked her with concern. She could not understand what had really happened to her. Is she stressed or is she just lacking in sleep? Whatever the reason, it definitely doesn’t do her any good.

Hurrying down the hallway I paused on hearing a sensual female laugh from the throne room. Could it be Vivian? Hope sparked in my chest and I quietly headed to the entrance. I paused on the threshold as I beheld a beautiful female. Her pearl white skin matched to Damion’s and I instantly knew she was a vampire. Her brown waved hair seemed to be dampened by a deathly tint while her eyes gleamed like dark pools of chocolate glinting with unknown knowledge. Justin stood to the side stiff and a slight frown to his face. Eric seemed inclined to have the female walk all over him and this castle as she trailed a hand along his forearm.

"We both know that my parents have passed away." "Yes, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about Cailynn..." Adeline sipped her wine gracefully—a gesture that made Axel clearly see that this woman was used to having wine in her hand, unlike a woman he knew who couldn't handle the effects of alcohol. "I didn't invite her." "That's even more surprising to me," the smile on Adeline's lips already indicated that she really suspected something. But who cared about her suspicion? "I thought you weren't that close,"

Paying no attention to that, I scanned the hallway around me and poked my head slightly into each of the rooms we passed. Damn, everything was so beautiful and luxurious that I could even swear that many of the chandeliers were made of pure gold. However, at that moment, Adeline stopped in front of a huge red oak door with a crown in the center. “This is it. The master is waiting for you,” she said, turning to me. Hearing that, my whole body began to tremble with fear. It was my time to face the most dangerous lycan in the world, and I didn't even know how to use my power.

Her lips trembled, but she obeyed, folding her hands tighter in her lap. But the silence did not bring peace. Instead, memory pressed in—the garden, the sharp jolt before darkness swallowed me, and the moment earlier in the day that refused to leave my mind. Her. Adeline. I caught her scent in the corridor—faint, but impossible to miss. Herbs and earth, warm and sharp like crushed leaves. It always rattled me, tugged at pieces of memory I tried to bury. But this time, something else pushed through, heavier, sharper. Something primal roared in my blood, refusing to be ignored.