Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter Novels & Stories

Still struggling to breathe, I recognized Camila in the corner of my eye. I backed away from my seat, scanning my chambers, but saw only Camila. "Adaline..." Camila spoke softly, without formalities, and for the first time, I felt a friend's concern rather than a servant's obligation. "Are you alright?" she asked, holding my gaze. I shook my head, my body trembling. "I saw him again," I whispered, her confusion evident. It had been a while since the death of my child, long enough that I'd almost forgotten about Cole haunting my dreams.

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.

The flames flickered strangely, as though unsure whether to stay lit. I looked into my obsidian mirror and whispered, “Show me... Adolfa.” The mirror rippled and swirled with thick smoke. Slowly, the image of a young girl appeared. Her hair was wild, her eyes too aware. She didn’t look strong, but something in her aura was different. She glowed faintly. “That’s her,” I said. “That’s Adolfa.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked. A loud snap run across my chamber. “She’s fighting it,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Even in this new body, she dares to resist me.”

On the back, a note written in elegant cursive: "Objects may be closer than they appear." Adrian and I exchanged a look. "She’s watching." I nodded, gripping the note. "Let her." We had burned down Vaughn’s empire, but something worse had stepped from the shadows. ‘The Mirror’ had a plan, and she had already started rewriting the rules. But so had we. And we weren't afraid of ghosts anymore.

Aurora shouted, alarmed by the sudden shift in my demeanor. But I didn’t listen. With a cry of anguish, I hurled the vase at the ornate mirror across the room. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the space, jagged shards raining down onto the floor. Aurora jumped at the outburst, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at me shocked. [ It was the first time Aurora had seen Adeline like this—so consumed by her pain, so utterly lost. ] “Adeline, please,” she said, her voice trembling.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

I just needed some place to cleanse my eyes. My brows furrowed, however, when I looked up at the rearview mirror. An extremely dark, black wolf was catching up to us in an alarming speed. 'Mate!' Suddenly, a voice tore its way forcefully into my mind, shocking me to my core. 'Adeline?' Is it really her? Am I hallucinating again or did she just finally come back to me? There was nothing for the next few seconds, so I shook it off as my imagination when her voice came through louder.

Suddenly, the mirror behind them shattered. If the "resonance" is a substance being harvested from their blood, who is the man in the square, and why is the child being used as the lure? And if the mirror shattered without being touched, is the "Sickness" manifesting a physical force that Dante and Ivy can't control? (Watch out for Chapter 55) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts If we reach at least 100 Votes or 1000 Gifts, I will drop a special POV chapter from Dante's perspective during the 'Thirteenth Hour'! Help me break the set! 💎✨

“I’m helping you. You just don’t see it yet. The Veil showed me what you’re meant to be. You can’t hide behind your humanity forever.” Harper’s voice purred in Lila’s mind. He’s right. You can feel it, can’t you? The hunger. The power. “Get out of my head!” Lila shouted. Adrian’s smile widened. “I’m not in your head. You’re in mine.” The mirrors around them began to hum, their surfaces rippling. One by one, reflections twisted into grotesque images—dozens of versions of Lila screaming silently, their eyes glowing red.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.