House Of Mirrors Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

But now, as I recalled the unnatural red flush on her cheeks after walking from the bookshelves, numerous tear tracks on her face, and the incessant panting and gasping, even the bit of slick on Ivan's lips I noticed. I suddenly realized that they had been doing such indecent things in my private study under my nose. By right, I should have been outraged after hearing that they did it in my study that day, but funnily enough, I didn't feel worked up or nauseated as Ivan continued whispering about the naughty things they did while I was now trapped in this haunted house. Instead, I felt an indescribable hollowness. My body was reacting shamelessly and begging to be filled with something.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

He cursed under his breath and lunged, clawing at the glass covering the picture. "This little brat! What kind of sick joke is this?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Lizzie, seriously? Letting him play around like this? It's morbid. Kids get spoiled when you say yes to everything. You can't agree to this just because it's his birthday." The picture was engraved into stone, sealed behind glass. There was no tearing it down. I turned to him, my face burning hot with rage. Something finally clicked for him. His voice dropped, uneasy. "Did… something happen to Jonah?"

she hinted. My eyes widened when I saw a thick fog coming out of Adeline's hand and beginning to envelop me completely. “What is this? What are you doing?” I shouted at her. But it was too late: the fog had entered my nostrils and, in a matter of seconds, all I remember is passing out. *** Bradley “I'm sorry, my master, I had no choice, the girl was hysterical,” I heard Adeline say with her face in her hands. In fact, I couldn't even scream. After all, the whole mansion heard the screams of my mate, who was clearly in a state of panic.

The reflections moved on their own, whispering against the surface of the glass. Sera’s breath fogged. “What is this place?” Adrien’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes scanning every reflection. “Illusion.” His flames tried to flare, but the mirrors only multiplied the fire, warping it into monstrous shapes. A voice slithered through the air. Not illusion. Truth, The mirrors rippled. One reflection stepped forward, not just a mimic, but a full, breathing version of Adrien, breaking free from the glass with a crack like ice shattering. His double stood across from him, flames licking higher, golden eyes sharp and merciless.

The flames flickered strangely, as though unsure whether to stay lit. I looked into my obsidian mirror and whispered, “Show me... Adolfa.” The mirror rippled and swirled with thick smoke. Slowly, the image of a young girl appeared. Her hair was wild, her eyes too aware. She didn’t look strong, but something in her aura was different. She glowed faintly. “That’s her,” I said. “That’s Adolfa.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked. A loud snap run across my chamber. “She’s fighting it,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Even in this new body, she dares to resist me.”

And apparently, the woman had left her house to Lyra in her will. The house was a disaster. Disaster felt like a cute understatement, actually. It was less “dream home” and more “haunted junkyard with a mortgage.” The windows were cracked, the walls whispered in the wind, and she was fairly certain something had moved under the floorboards when she sneezed. The only thing missing was ominous violin music. She had decided to sleep in the least creepy room and return to her apartment first thing the next morning. Then there was the mirror.

Later that night, as darkness enveloped the Mirabella Estate, Autumn found herself transfixed by her reflection in the antique mirror hanging in her room. The glass fogged gently around the edges, but her reflection remained clear and sharp, an eerie contrast. Just as the image began to wane, it revealed a chilling sight—a smile, wide and inexplicable, unfurled across her mirrored self.

Lorena clasped her hands at her side and let out a humorless laugh. "I repeat, look in a mirror first." The words came as an avalanche to Adeline, who was trying to appear strong. But who was she trying to fool? She was not a desirable woman, much less a match for that young girl. What was she, twenty-five? She was thirty-two and felt like forty. "And I repeat, if I'm not enough of a rival, then don't waste my time with these little scenes. They're pitiful, believe me-said that, she turned around and left.