One Dark Window Book 2 Novels & Stories

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

It felt like being watched. From the walls. From the glass. From something too old to fit inside a room. The first window shattered. Not all at once. A hairline crack raced across the tall pane overlooking the city, then another, then another, until the reinforced glass groaned and split in great jagged fractures. Wind knifed in, cold and sharp, dragging curtains outward. The noise brought footsteps. Voices. Doors opening. “Althea!” Hiraya’s voice, somewhere down the hall.

Nora I take Flavius by the hand leading him the rest of the way out of the mountain. I breathe a sigh of relief when we reach the exit. That was certainly stressful, I am just glad they agreed to help. "We have to hurry back now," I sigh out. I watch as Flavius's eyes glance over the darkening sky. As the sun slips behind the horizon the land is cast in a violet hue. The moon hangs faintly in the sky waiting for the sun's retreat.

They both guessed it could turn bad, but weren’t completely sure. Fiona spent the better part of the evening pouring through her books in search of information to help her understand the consequences of his actions. As she flipped through the pages of the musty, leather bound book he noticed had a peculiar group of interlocking circles on its cover, she expelled an enormous sigh combined with a groan and rested her elbows on the table top with her face buried in the palm of her hands. The room was quiet enough to hear a squirrel scurrying across the porch outside the open window. After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straighte

She relived the piercing pain of re-entering her body and bolted up in bed, trembling as she gasped for air. The room was abnormally dark, and she could barely see her hand in front of her. Eva, thinking Tara needed as much undisturbed rest as possible, took great pains to tightly secure the drapes over the windows to prevent any evening air from coming in through the cracks and help muffle outside noises.

one. Deborah was in her room at the time, sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. Suddenly she looked up to the window, feeling someone's eyes on her. A shiver ran down Deborah's body, but she saw no one, only the branch of the tree that lightly touched the window frame swayed steadily. She got up from the bed and walked over to the window. Deborah looked outside to be sure no one is there and closed it with a slight thud, but then she felt watched again. Deborah turned in opposite direction slowly, but saw no one. Suddenly Salvadore fell from the ceiling and immediately straightened, standing on his feet. A soft groan escaped from Deborah's chest at the sight. - I see that you miss

CHAPTER 40 — NIGHT OF UNRAVELING The mansion was quiet, but not empty. Shadows stretched long across the walls, cast by flickering candlelight that lined the hallways, and the faint hum of the city outside was just barely audible through the thick glass windows. Sienna’s room, at the far end of the upper floor, felt like a sanctuary and a trap all at once. She stood by the window, arms folded across her chest, staring out at the sprawling Westwood gardens bathed in silver moonlight. The cool breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, brushing against her bare shoulders, and she shivered, both from the chill and from the storm of thoughts in her mind.

Chapter 36: Sanaya’s P.O.V For a few seconds, I just sat in my seat, looking at the glass dumbfounded. The red liquid trickled down the glass pane of the driver’s side window in a slow eerie manner. I watched the path of the red droplets without blinking. Was I supposed to do something? My mind was completely blank, devoid of any thoughts or feelings. My hands and feet seemed glued into place...like pieces of lead. There was something else also trickling down along with the blood. Some things…that did not belong in the window pane.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

“Can someone bring me more horse r****h?” It was past one in the morning when I finally returned to our bedroom. I opened the door into darkness. No lights, no sound, just the faint glow of Vegas spilling in through the windows. Sareena is still on the windowsill, in the same spot, and in the same position, staring at a world that does not even know she exists. I step inside; my eyes fixed on her silhouette against the glass.