Ares From Through My Window Novels & Stories

Then— Crash! Glass exploded beside her with a piercing shriek. A vase—large, heavy—had plummeted from the second-story window above. Shards scattered across the pavement. One fragment sliced her sleeve. Aria froze, breath caught in her throat, heart hammering. “Are you okay?!” a stranger shouted from across the street. She didn’t respond. Her eyes slowly lifted to the window above. Curtains swayed in the breeze. No face. But she knew.

Nothing. Fine, I'll go for the windows. There are three, tall and narrow, framed in blood-red velvet drapes. I rip them open. The view outside is objectively beautiful, sprawling green doused in hazy light. Who gives a fuck right now. I grab a chair and hurl it, hitting the pane dead center. It doesn't even crack. But the chair splinters like it hit a steel wall, one leg bouncing off and knocking over a vase I didn't even notice.

Just vast. Aria reached for her phone again. This time she replied: I’m okay. Not ready to leave yet. I need to see something through. The “delivered” tag popped up fast. No reply followed. Just space. Outside the window, the light had turned strange again. Not dark — but washed - out. Pale. Like everything was losing pigment slowly. And from above, soft ash had begun to fall again, dancing gently on the glass. Not thick. Not urgent. Just present.

I walked to my window, pulled the curtain aside, and right there in my garden stood Ares-Arthur King (thanks to my nightmare) smoking a stick of cigarette, and looking up to my window in an eerie manner. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and mouthed "Run".

I walked back to the window because, honestly, the view was the only thing keeping me sane right now. I didn't want to think that I would be a maid the next day, serving dishes. Then it happened. Something flew past my window in quick strides, too fast, too fucking fast to be normal. My legs jumped back instinctively, and I felt Aries tug inside me, like she was trying to hide. "What the hell was that?" I whispered. Then it happened again. I couldn't see who or what it was, maybe a wolf, person, or some other nightmare this cursed place had to offer. But before I could blink, my window slammed shut so hard and loudly that a shriek tore from my lips.

Asher Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the chamber. The sounds of birds chirping outside created a serene ambiance. My gaze traveled outside the window and I slowly held my hand in the soft sun rays peeking through the windows as the curtains blew lightly. My heart raced, and I felt like I was being sucked into a nightmare. The world around me twisted and contorted, and I was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of foreboding. The air felt heavy with an oppressive darkness that seemed to seep into my soul.

I pulled away from the casket and turned to look at the closed window that stood just beside the stone table. Walking in front of it, I grasped the handle of the window and attempted to swing it open. Just as I thought it was locked, I managed to open it with little effort but as soon as a breeze made its way inside the area, it opened. Thunder rumbled outside as continuous rain poured, causing the breeze to whistle in my ears. When I tried to get my hand outside the window, the same thing happened; there was an invisible barrier stopping me from getting through. I attempted once more but nothing really happened as I sighed in frustration.

The thought disgusted me. But rather, instead, I threw the windows wide open to take in the sweetly crisp morning breeze as it blew sweetly into the room. The fresh air delightedly skimmed over my skin and brought just the briefest of the clear sensations. I stood as much as I could at the window, staring down at the candy-floss-sculpted garden below.

I only went to the stream that day I dug lilies. He looks into the window of my car, at what must be the girl's crouching form. My eyes blur and ny heart continues to thud. I don't know what to do! I can't just watch, but Hell if I want to be harmed either. I softly cluck to Creature to get him into the room. I shut the window until the gap is barely visible, just enough to hear through. Completely out of sight, I slide against the wall to grab a hanging mirror. I crawl back under the window, ducking and positioning my mirror so I can see out through it. I tap once on the wall below the window to get Creature to bark. And he does! His deep roofs carry outside and his front paws are supported

I stared and silently cursed the door. It's impossible to get out of there, but there's always another way. I looked around and my gaze landed at the window. It was tall, framed in gold, and overlooking the garden. I yanked the latch, harder and desperately, but it wouldn't budge. Of course, Alessandro was smarter than any God. He obviously locked it as well. This won't do. I looked around to find something solid, something that might break this glass. The crystal vase from the dresser caught my attention. I grabbed it and hurled it violently at the window. But the vase shattered against the triple-pane window. There was not even a single crack.