Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.

His mother half yelled. Xan hunny.. food is ready. Lexa yelled. Okay Mom.. I'll be down there very soon. Roxanne half yelled too. God! This horror book wasn't horrific at all. It was enticing..she wanted nothing except the book. She was already in the Fourth chapter, the chapter was all about humans transforming into wolves during every full moon. There was a small note saying; _I *wrote this book_ _because I want_ _every other teenager_ _out there, who has been_ _given the gift to transform_ _every full moon to be Happy_ _about their gift._

I climbed into bed and started drifting asleep. I could feel the chills crawling up my spine as I walked around the room; it was the attic again. I saw a man with a little girl come up to the mirror, and I remembered something... "daddy took me up here, and I never came down," it was the ghost girl! But she was alive; I watched the two of them playing together. They were talking about different things and playing with some of the old stuff that was up here. The girl ran across the room, and her father followed, but he stopped in front of the mirror. I stood close enough to see the look in his eyes change from a vibrant green to blood red within a matter of seconds. The man had an evil glare;

"* She thought on herself. **** It's ten in the evening and Adeline already felt sleepy. She wanted to sleep already as her eyes started to closed but she really is trying her best not to. So even if she feels really sleepy, she held her self back so that she won't be drawn by darkness and stays awake for as long as he wants. She heaved as sighed as she keeps on walking back and forth in her room. She then saw the whole wide mirror beside her closet. She walked towards it and look at her reflection into the mirror.

I clench my fist and just I feel his presence behind me, I whirl around quickly, throwing my fist at him. He catches it easily, pushing me until my back hit the cool surface of the wall. “So predictable. I taught you better than this, Freya.” I freeze, my hands falling to my sides. He knows. He reaches for my veil and yank it off. A small smile curls at his lips. “I recognize these eyes anywhere.” ***** THIRD PERSON'S POV Adeline watches from the shadows the bustling of the tavern she left her daughter. Chatters and laughter floats from the house as a female dances at a makeshift stage.

“Hide. Now.” “Mummy…” “Run!” Adele’s feet hit the floor. She was small, fast, terrified. She darted past me toward the servants’ door at the back of the chamber, and I screamed and lunged for her, my fingers brushing her hair… Calla caught me around the waist. We crashed together into the dressing table. Mirrors shattered around. Us. Glass sprayed across my back, sharp and cold. Perfume bottles exploded, filling the air with sickly-sweet jasmine and rot.

Thomas lowered his head. "The Author was never our enemy." "We were." The image flickered violently. A shadow suddenly appeared behind Thomas. Tall. Featureless. Watching him silently. Thomas never noticed it. The shadow slowly raised one hand. The recording ended. The mirror shattered into silver dust. Adrian stepped backward, breathing hard. "What was that thing?" The stranger did not answer immediately. Instead, he uncovered a second mirror. This time— The reflection belonged to Evelyn. She stood alone in a ruined city beneath a crimson sky.

Could it be that my mom has already awoken in reality before me? I can finally go home. I feel myself smile while rushing towards it. But the mirror is broken. The horror of my realization dawns on me as the little pieces of glass stay scattered on the floor. No... I pick up the pieces in hopes that I can still exit this horror. No... But to no avail, I still cannot see myself in it. No... And I can no longer see myself sleeping on the bed with it. The mirror is gone like powder and ashes. How can I go home now?

"So I guess it wouldn't matter if I—" "Well." I nipped her bottom lip before she could finish the thought. "Let's not get ridiculous." At first, she fought my kisses but gave in, and I devoured her mouth for a few minutes until we came up for air. Madeline lifted her finger in the air and wiggled it around. "What are you doing?" "Oh, it's done." "What's done?" I asked, peering at her. "It's written in the vault." She pointed at her head. "Up here. If I go before you, I will haunt you until the day we're back together."

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy...a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse. Lynn Vandestine