Haunting Adeline Pictures Novels & Stories

It was a text from unknown number. *"Enjoying your accommodations? Don't worry, you won't be there long. In twelve days, at the wedding, everything ends. The Gravanos fall. Your sister becomes ours. And you? You'll watch it all happen, helpless and blamed for everything. This is what happens when students surpass their teachers. Goodbye, Adeline. - S"* Then another text. This time it was a photo. Of Belle…. In her room at the mansion. It was taken from inside from her laptop camera.

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.

To wave me over not a minute later. “I got it,” said Cake with a nice smile on his hardened biker face. “Look, love, I think we caught something,” said Brandon as I circled the table to go by his side. “Who would be in the library?” “Let me see.” I stood behind him and rested my hands on his shoulders to lean a little forward and see the still photo on the screen. I didn’t notice anything weird. “Where?” Brandon used the mouse to outline a faint figure standing by one of the bookshelves. I could’ve seen that picture a thousand times without spotting it.

He had initially begged me not to go in with her but I can't ignore the plea of an older woman. Mrs Adeline told me about her children and her grandchildren that live close to the pack house. “They're the only visitors I get to have, they're my only family” she said with a hint of sadness. “That's Leah, Sam and Andrew” she pointed each one out after seeing how much hole I was staring into the frame on the wall. It's a family picture of her and a man that I assume was her mate and their three children “They are lovely but Leah looks exactly like you, she looks more like your twin than your daughter. I can tell she's the exact replica of your younger self”

Adelia turned her head towards Emily. “Ah yes, sorry, I forgot to tell you the truth. Look at this!” Emily opened the nightstand drawer near the bed and took out several photos. There was a mirror in the drawer, but Emily wanted Adelia to look at the photos first. “Your face is blistered from the heat of the burning fire. Although the fire hasn't burned you directly, the heat around you has blistered your skin. Adelia saw a very ugly photo of herself with blistered facial skin, then a photo where she was wrapped in gauze over almost her entire body so that she looked like a mummy.

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

Adeline Smith, a five-foot-seven, 22-year-old omega and the only daughter of Baron Smith, the leader of the Crimson Pack, stood behind her easel in the pack's massive garden. The evening sun made the garden sparkle, and a gentle breeze danced through the air, rustling the leaves of the oak trees and making Adeline's long, blonde hair flow around her shoulders. She held a palette and paintbrushes with her fingers dappled with different colors.

Upon entering, my breath hitched. Dominating the far wall was a massive oil painting, framed in heavy gold leaf. It was a portrait of a couple. The woman looked to be in her early twenties, radiant and ethereal in a flowing red silk dress. Her hair was styled in a perfect, classic bob, and she was laughing. She was being hugged from behind by a younger version of Eugene Whitmore, whose eyes held a light I had never seen in the man standing before me. “Adeline Whitmore,” Eugene said softly, his voice thick with a reverence that made my skin prickle. “My late wife.”

The sight before me was truly gut-wrenching. The man I was speaking to earlier about Adelina was hanging from the ceiling with a rope tied around his neck and blood was spewing out of his mouth. I could tell this was supernatural death because there were visibly black veins on his neck, leading to his eyes. I could see the black liquid seeping out of my eyes. This has to be the work of Adelina. I saw Isla’s car pull into the garage and I immediately approached her car and got in. “What the hell?”

Damien sighed and left the house. **** He got back to the penthouse and decided to check on Adeline. He pushed the bedroom door open and allowed himself into the room. He found Adeline standing by the window. She was looking out with a flat expression on her face looking at nothing. She wore a long white spaghetti-strapped nightgown with a low back that revealed her skin.