Haunting Adeline Trigger Warning Page Novels & Stories

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

Adelia nails sank in his chest and she bit him to stop her screams while tears streamed down her face. Adrian retracted his fangs ten seconds later and Adelia legs gave up on her. Adrian was quick to catch her and to his horror, he saw her entire body burning and turning red and he could feel it starting to burn up. Oh no, he had done something wrong and it had put Adelia in danger. Why did he have to give in to her demand? He panicked and he quickly lifted Adelia up and he placed her on the bed so he could go call Cara.

A ripple of awe passed through her—she had sensed her sister’s gift was unusual, but to hear it spoken of with such weight stirred something deeper in her. --- Later that morning, Arda and Adeline sat with the Salutary in the library, a room lined with old leather-bound texts and smelling faintly of cedar. Gillow paced near the tall windows, silent but watchful. Adeline’s voice trembled slightly as she recounted her experience. “I went out to the balcony just after sunrise. The light touched me and… I don’t know what came over me. My body seized, I couldn’t move. Then I saw it—flashes, like pieces of another world. There was fighting during the ceremony. Blood. Bodies falling. And mountain a

Lila RENDAL" That’s horrible. As soon as I went in, the illusion of the house disappeared. Instead, I saw someone sitting in front of a grave. This whole place was a graveyard. What was the point of the house if it would disappear after? The girl was crying so badly. I pitied her, so I wanted to console her, but remember what happened with Robert. You can’t just trust anyone and expect them to give back what you gave them. Just be careful and let her be. She must have cried a lot so she must be done. Don’t go anywhere near her. « Ooooh Adelia, » she cried, « Oooh Adelia. » I couldn’t resist the temptation to console her, so I went to her. The girl was wearing a flimsy rag, she had black hair

Everything was a chaotic mess. It was 4 am and I had just been, once again, blocked out by Delilah when someone kicked my door open. Looking over my shoulder, I found disheveled and groggy Adeline entering in haste. Her eyes were wide and she rushed straight in our direction in a hurry. Lucas rose to his feet, reached her with quick strides, and cupped her cheeks, "What happened, baby? Was it a nightmare?" Adeline grabbed his hands holding her face and whispered in shock, "Witches are not the only ones who can summon up the portals."

Adeline popped in my head, and I rolled my eyes. Don’t think about it too much. Adeline grinned cheekily while I headed to the bathroom to shower. The smell of Dylan’s corpse stuck to me and I felt desperate to wash it off, knowing if it retained, I would most probably let him haunt me in my dreams. Moreover, Kaden seemed sure it was a vampire. That means these killings happen often in the city, which just makes me worry.

By day, she told me she loved me; by night, she slept with another man's present. "This is different—" "Every clueless man thinks his situation is different." I hung up. Just past 3:00 am, the bedroom door clicked open. Alice headed into the bathroom. Under the cover of the running faucet, I slipped back inside the bedroom like a ghost. The pillow was still sitting on the wicker chair on the balcony, glaringly white in the moonlight. I pinched the four corners. In the bottom right, my fingers hit something hard. It wasn't big and was tucked deep into the inner lining.

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

“Because the ritual failed, we now face the Progenitor’s punishment. The success rate for turning new members will drop. Our power to enthrall humans will weaken. Even our healing abilities will be affected!” Milton collapsed into a chair. “That… that’s not possible…” “Not possible?!” Amelia yelled. “Lydia warned us that only a properly trained princess could lead the ritual! But you wouldn’t listen! You thought passion could replace bloodline!” At the mention of my name, every vampire turned to look at me. I kept my expression perfectly calm, as if this had nothing to do with me. “What do we do now?” Milton’s voice trembled. “How do we fix this?”

"If she continues to look for the missing student, she will stumble into the seal. And you know what happens if the old magic wakes up, Alistair. It won't just consume her. It will destroy Black Ridge." My blood ran cold. They were talking about me. And worse—Adrian hadn't just rescued me last night. He had been part of the cover-up. A sudden, sharp breeze swept down the empty hallway, though all the windows were shut. The temperature dropped instantly, making my breath bloom into a faint white cloud in front of my face. Then, from the shadows at the far end of the corridor, I heard it. Tap. Tap. Tap. The unmistakable, rhythmic clicking of fingernails against wood. Except this time, it wasn'