House Of Mirrors Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

With that, I hoisted her thick, rounded bottom up with force and thrust my hips forward in one violent surge. "Ah… Mmm… Yes!" Demi was incredible. Even the slightest movement from me drew out the most intoxicating cries. I'd been starved for so long that her voice acted like pure adrenaline. I wanted to lose myself in her completely. My rational mind was gone, replaced by a single, driving instinct—I was going to give her exactly what she asked for. When it was over, I carried Demi into the bathroom. My eyes fell upon the bathroom mirror and the cold marble vanity.

“For the pièce de résistance—” He pulled. Gasps. A small child wobbled. The Devil’s Mirror gleamed clean as a promise. No cracks. No blood. No faces in the glass. Yet. “Say haunted,” Scott said, phone up. Flash. The family posed—odd, alive, proud—captured in gold leaf and good lighting, none of them noticing the tiniest vibration in the chandelier, or how the room’s temperature dipped a degree when the cloth fell. For now, the house was theirs. The mirror waited for its cue.

The door slammed shut behind them. Silence. Elena bent over, trying to catch her breath. “We lost them.” “For now,” Adrian said. She looked around. The room was enormous. Mirrors covered every wall. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Each one showed a different image. Elena looked at the nearest mirror. She saw herself as a child. Another showed her mother. Another showed Adrian. Another showed Aria. Then one mirror caught her attention. It showed the woman from the vision. The first vessel.

Plus the fact that they rarely turn on the lights so he didn’t really have the chance to saw the paintings that are hanging in the wall. Blaine… Come here… Go inside Blaine… He heard some voices again but Blaine ignored them thinking that it’s just his imagination playing with him. He immediately walk towards the kitchen until he passed by a strange room bound with a chain and several padlocks. Blaine… Go inside Blaine… Go inside…. Again. But this time the voices seems louder, as if they are just right there behind these doors. He didn’t know but his body moves on its own and was about to hold the touch the chain when someone spoke from behind

“That’s… the same mirror from my room.” Adrian frowned. “Impossible. It’s been here since my mother’s death. My father sealed this place afterward.” Mira stepped closer, goosebumps prickling her skin. “Then how do I see my reflection move in this one too?” Adrian looked at her sharply. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” she whispered, “that the real Seraphina is inside that mirror.” Lightning cracked. For a heartbeat, her reflection smiled back at her independently. Adrian staggered back, hand instinctively on his sword. “What—”

Aurora shouted, alarmed by the sudden shift in my demeanor. But I didn’t listen. With a cry of anguish, I hurled the vase at the ornate mirror across the room. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the space, jagged shards raining down onto the floor. Aurora jumped at the outburst, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at me shocked. [ It was the first time Aurora had seen Adeline like this—so consumed by her pain, so utterly lost. ] “Adeline, please,” she said, her voice trembling.

The real nightmare would begin when the greater haunts came. I could not waste a second, so I floored it downtown. The streets were a horror show of limbs and shattered skulls. Bloated haunts, stuffed from their feasts, snored as they floated in the air. When my car suddenly died, I stepped out and, with a wave of my hand, summoned the nearest haunt, slapping a cool million in gold coins into its palm. "Get me downtown, pronto." The haunt, grinning ear to ear, nearly lost its head, literally. It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart.

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the