Haunting Adeline Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

Three years after my death, my soul was still trapped next to Katrina Cobb. I witnessed how that once vibrant and bright young woman eventually turned into a cripple. She was hunched over, rummaging through a pile of rotting garbage. I floated above her head, looking at her messy, straw-like hair, my heart aching for her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear. "Trina, please, stop picking at the trash. Your hands are all cut…"

The voices seemed to get farther and farther away the more I tried and I felt myself getting utterly exhausted yet again, and this time, I didn't fight the sleep coming to claim me. My mind came back and I could slowly feel reality settling in me again. My eyes wouldn't open, though, so I stopped trying and focused on what happened. Flashes of a wolf and a bright moon shot through my mind like a slide show. Then I remembered blood. So much blood. Claire's blue eyes haunted my mind, surrounded by a salt and pepper wolf's fur. Claire was a Shape Shifter. My eyes shot open without any other protest. I have to go see Claire, make sure she's okay.

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

“She hadn't gone abroad. She had gone to live with Marino, hiding in the shadows of the Vitale estate. I thought that chapter was over. I was happy. I was in love. Adeline and I married right after university, completely unaware of the malice brewing behind us. It was my greatest mistake—believing that a woman like Lilah would simply move on. I didn't realize she had become a monster.” He turned back to me, his eyes wet with a grief that looked decades old. “Adeline became pregnant. It was the happiest time of our lives. But on the night she gave birth to my daughter—October 15, 2003—Lilah returned to the hospital. There was a security breach, a fire alarm... chaos. By the time the smoke cle

I hit him and tried to push him off me with my good arm, but I was unable to move him. Memories assaulted me and pictures flashed through my mind, bringing up things that were best left forgotten. I was repulsed when my body reacted to his bite, I would be the laughingstock of the order if they knew. “Get the fuck off me, you parasite!” I yelled as I slipped the dagger from my sleeve and stabbed him. He pulled away a surprised then confused look on his face, “Your blood is divine, like a drug.” he looked at his wound. "Now really, that was uncalled for, you know..." his words died, his eyes widening.

I said in a whisper, as I stood right in front of her, my hands burning. “Týna meiða,” I said in her mind. I stood in a room and her memories surrounded me. It felt like a slideshow and the memories I touched turned to ash as I took them from her. It took a while and those memories were horrendous. I saw things I didn’t want to see, things I’d never be able to forget. “Heill óminni.” “Thank you,” Adelie said, as the flames died down and she opened her eyes. I didn’t take the memory of her asking me to wipe her mind.

I wanted my cock between her loose lips, her lax tongue moving at my will but I’m no rapist no matter how psychopathic I can be. Lifting her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen, I brought the tip of the sharpie to her skin and went to work. Sliding her dress a bit to expose her inner thighs, I added more. I finished by pulling her underwear down exposing her smooth cunt and adding a few more choice words. To Adeline, music is her way out but she’s a liar in that aspect. She wants to be someone else, but I’m here to remind that the ghost of her past will continue to haunt her, and what she did to me will not go without retribution.

He walks over to my side, his hand reaching out. “Please stop,” Melvin says. “What is the matter?” I shake my head violently. I pull my shoulders away so Ian cannot touch me. Instead, I snap my attention to Adriel. I open the mindlink with a hard shove. Adriel, I snap. Why does my lycan think that she can eat s and m? Across the room, Adriel suddenly chokes. He starts coughing violently. His face turns bright red. Every man in the room turns to stare at him. Then they stare at me.

The head rolled onto its neck, its eyes staggering in their sockets. “Fight!” It commanded, a grotesque smile touching its lips. “You chose this, now fight it!” The being raised its sword, then made a swipe at me. An angry growl erupted from behind me, ice, and suddenly I was jolted back into the reality of my bed, and a screeching bedside alarm. “Wrong wolf!” “That could mean so many different things,” Adeline said, folding a pair of sweats into her sports gear bag. Somehow, during the evening, just after I got off my shift, Leesa and I had found our way to her house.

Her lips trembled, but she obeyed, folding her hands tighter in her lap. But the silence did not bring peace. Instead, memory pressed in—the garden, the sharp jolt before darkness swallowed me, and the moment earlier in the day that refused to leave my mind. Her. Adeline. I caught her scent in the corridor—faint, but impossible to miss. Herbs and earth, warm and sharp like crushed leaves. It always rattled me, tugged at pieces of memory I tried to bury. But this time, something else pushed through, heavier, sharper. Something primal roared in my blood, refusing to be ignored.