Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter

Chapter 11: Through the Looking Glass Anna’s breath caught as she plunged into the mirror’s rippling surface. The sensation was disorienting—like falling through icy water, the air sucked from her lungs as a weightless pull dragged her deeper. She landed hard on something soft but solid. Gasping, she sat up and took in her surroundings. The ground beneath her hands was covered in shimmering silver grass, and towering trees with metallic bark stretched toward a kaleidoscopic sky.

My feet cripples and I collapse on the van floor. A hand pick me up and throw me at the corner. They slammed the boy to my side. He wheezed. I gasp. His head hits my rib side, sending black spots to my eyes. I’m still coughing and gasping for air when a shoe heel pressed itself in my head. Forcing me to bend. “So it wasn’t that challenging to find you.” Adeline said, exerting force to her heel, bending me lower. I catch a crack of glimpse behind her shoe. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. A calculative evil smile. And I can’t suppress the shudder running through my spine. The groundkeeper has settled himself in the passenger seat at the front.

Damon’s image looked older, and he was filled with anger and sorrow. “These mirrors,” Damon said, his hands tightening, “they’re trying to mess with our heads. Don’t let them.” Aiden nodded, but his unease grew with every step. He stopped in front of a particularly big mirror, unable to look away. The mirror showed him standing alone, surrounded by ruins. His hands were covered in blood, and behind him lay Damon, dead. “No,” Aiden mumbled, shaking his head. “That’s not real.” The reflection’s eyes snapped up, locking onto his. “But it could be,” it said, its voice a frightening echo of his own.

I could not stop my mind from spinning a thousand miles a moment. I walked down the hallway I was taking in my odd surroundings. I stopped in front of me. I noticed a grand staircase. There was lavish would carvings on the walls and carvings of roses with vines descending down the staircase. It was beautiful. What happened to my ancestors for the house to become abandoned? As I descended the stairs, I noticed the house was alive with various people. Suddenly, the room went as silent as a graveyard. They turned towards me and stared at my unkempt presence. Suddenly a woman that resembled a servant ran to me.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing on the precipice of something much darker than she had anticipated. By the time they reached the outskirts of the capital, the sun was setting, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the snow-covered ground. The walls of the capital loomed before them, towering and impenetrable. The air felt thick with the weight of centuries of bloodshed and power, a dark history that had shaped the very stone beneath their feet.

She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the sound was entirely deafening. I squinted my throbbing, blurry eyes and focused on the girl standing across the room. Adelina West glared at me, and I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. Her wide eyes looked like two polished bullets, loaded with pure hatred and aimed directly at my chest. If a gun were in her hand, she would shoot me without a single shred of hesitation. I wouldn't even try to move out of the way. In fact, I would probably step closer, just like I did right now despite my burning eyes. "Regret suits you, Miss Tequila," I muttered, my tone sounding just as slurred as my uneven steps.

The house seemed to hold its breath as she moved through the room, her footsteps muffled against the old floorboards. The mirror stood at the center, its frame dark and ornate, gleaming in the dim light. She had seen this mirror before, had felt its presence in her dreams, in the whispers of the house. This mirror was not just a reflection; it was a doorway. A doorway to the past, to the lives that had been lived in this house, to the women who had been trapped in its walls.

Camilla stood, towering over her, and whispered, almost venomously, "I'll make your life a living hell." Adaline shrank back instinctively, eyes wide and heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest, trying to contain the sting, not just from the tea, but from the cruelty of it all. The room felt suffocating, every shadow somehow magnifying Camilla's presence. And in that moment, Adaline realized just how alone she was in the mansion even with Mrs. Margareta nearby, she could not protect her from this not to talk of when she's away. Camilla's smirk lingered as she turned slightly, leaving Adaline trembling in the corner, silently enduring the torment.

"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."

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul