Haunting Adeline Trigger Warning Page Novels & Stories

Ximena/Angela’s POV Aunt Sadie remained silent until Penelope had finished with Raven and put her to sleep. “I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help Hudson get out of there. Something tells me that if he doesn’t get out soon, something terrible might happen. Remember how Mila ended up,” Aunt Sadie explained after Penelope left. “Do you think Adeline’s ghost is involved?” I asked awkwardly. “I don’t believe in ghosts or resurrection. Adeline is gone, but her conspirators are still alive,” she said firmly, as if she knew exactly who was behind everything.

--- She gasped, stumbling slightly. Adrian caught her. “What is it?” --- “My hand—” she choked. --- He looked down. And froze. --- Faintly glowing beneath her skin— Was the symbol. --- The broken circle. The jagged line. --- Alive. --- Elena stared at it in horror. “No…” --- The hum intensified. The forest seemed to respond. Shift. React. --- “It’s activating,” Adrian said. --- “I’m not doing anything!” she cried. --- “I know.” ---

" Adeline shouted and tried to stand, but her knees shook with a strange intensity. She fell back. "Watch how you deteriorate slowly. The wound on your back will speed up the action, and that wound will start spreading till you die in three hours. No one is coming to save you anyways. See you in hell." Poe waved, walking out of the basement. "Poe!!!!!" Adeline screamed helplessly on the ground as the door closed.

"What the hell is going on? Why can't I wake up when this dream looks real?" It had been several months, and it would not be like what Chloe said, he would do evil things with ghosts at night. As soon as he thought of this, Adeline felt a chill run down his spine. She subconsciously lifted the quilt a little higher. It was so scary! Besides, she would only have such a dream after returning to the Lockwood family. Was there anything dirty in the Lockwood family's house? She really wanted to find someone to ask what was going on.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

The more I tried to move, the more immobile I got until it felt like my body had become a statue. My ears rang with someone's laughter. I couldn't recognize who was laughing. At first, it seemed like the moon goddess was laughing at me, but then the laughter turned into my sister's. Her laughter rang louder and louder in my ear until it drove me towards the edge of insanity. "I killed two Alpha wolves! I'll have their heads on the wall of my ship's cabin! They'd look so beautiful there!" Adeline's words rang in my ears, terrifying me even more.

She sifted through the books and was sure she would recognize one of them. "Of course, it's a book!" Rain looked almost deceived. "Because the last time we came here, my dad asked you to send him some books. But, you don't do that, madam. Can you explain why? Or do you actually know something but deliberately hide it from us?" Immediately, Ben felt betrayed and cheated by Madam Adaline and Rain. Hardy's three wolves immediately alerted. They surrounded Adalin's desk and were on high alert. Rain checked one by one the stacks of books on Adalin's desk. She fingered the cover with a damp palm out of nervousness and stopped on one of the notebooks. She felt the power of the runes depicted on the

I flipped to the next page. “The voice won’t stop. Keeps telling me what I am. What I’ll do. Monster. Killer. Can’t escape it. Can’t make it stop.” The next page was worse. It didn’t even make sense, not that the first two pages did, either. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Gore. A knife. Need the knife if I’m going to complete his ritual.” The rest of the page dissolved into illegible scribbles. I kept reading. It was page after page of the same thing. Fragmented thoughts about death and blood and murder. Some of the words were truly vile. Some in all capital letters, others written so tiny they were like the text form of whispers.

Wires snaking out from a dirty black box blinking with every second. There was no sound, or screaming. Only the image and time. My hands started shaking. “Dominic?” Diego asked. “What is it?” I couldn’t speak. “Dominic.” Matteo stepped closer, his voice sharp now. “What the hell is it?” They crowded around, trying to see. My fingers couldn’t move. The phone trembled in my grip. Then another ping. A message popped up across the screen. Marry me properly this time. 24 hours. Or you’ll collect their ashes.

I force myself to move, but I'm stuck in slow motion. “Elana!” The voice cries out. Desperate. Pleading. “I'm almost there!” I shout. “Hold on!” As I get closer, the woman on the floor starts to vanish, dematerializing into thin air. I don't understand. Where is she going? What's happening? My mother's body evaporates from my view just as I come to a sliding halt on my knees. I reach out desperately to grasp onto her, but her body disappears from existence. A deep, hollow laugh echoes through the long hallway and the shadow at the end of the hall starts coming closer. “I've got you now,” he proudly proclaims, and I could feel the smile on his face.