Novel & Cerita One Dark Window Book 2

Aiden stood by the window, gazing silently into the distance. The unexpected drizzle and icy wind filled the entire room with a cold atmosphere. Cassian placed a hand on Aiden's shoulder from behind. At that exact moment, the room went completely dark. "Oh. The power's out," Cassian said awkwardly. Aiden didn't respond. He simply continued watching the rain through the window. Cassian struck a match and lit an old glass lantern. The golden glow illuminated his calm face, making it emerge from the darkness. He walked over to Aiden and stopped so close that their bodies almost touched.

The world ended in blood, screams, and the dead refusing to stay dead. Violet should have been just another survivor. Instead, the infected hesitate when they see her. They stop. They watch. And sometimes… they let her live. Violet doesn’t know why, and she’s not sure she wants the answer. All she knows is that survival means staying close to the people she has left—and keeping the impossible things happening around her from becoming one more reason for someone to fear her. Then she meets Kaden. Quiet, capable, and carrying secrets of his own, Kaden doesn’t look at Violet like she’s a monster. He looks at her like she’s a mystery worth understanding. As the two are pushed c

“You know what they say about the early bird” He stared blankly like he was clueless about what I was saying. “Early bed gets the worm?” I said. “What worm?” he asked. “Come on, even a two-year-old knows that” I replied. His gaze stayed on me too long scanning my face. “Follow me” I walked behind him into the house. Inside the mansion was a beauty to behold. It was filled with towering glass and steel. I caught my reflection in the side of my eye, and each step echoed. I turned back to see I had strayed away from Levi.

Still in their nightwears, the both of them left their room, making sure they made no noise lest Wade joined the party. They sneaked down the empty hallway and down the stairs. On the ground floor, they hastened till they got to the door. “You sure we should do this?” Harold asked. “Certainly!” On the outside, hundreds of stars dotted the dark sky. The wind howled loudly, messing up their hair but they didn't mind. In fact, they liked it. They enjoyed it. “His hostel should be the one in the middle.” “Yeah, it is,” Harold replied. They both walked in silence, kicking a few stones out of their way as they did. The stones tumbled out of their way and stopped.

It occurred to me that he might be human, but gifted with something supernatural - and that made me want to get to know Oliver even more. After a few minutes of shifting on the bed, I couldn't stand it and stood up, scrambled out of the sheets, only to go to the window in a moment. I pulled the curtain aside and threw it open, letting the cool evening air into the room, which was very fresh and brought with it the smells of the nearby forest. For a few minutes I studied the oak branches on the other side of the wall, but which extended from the forest to the window of my room, how they moved lightly under the influence of the wind. I felt goose bumps on my skin, after all I was standing ther

My eyes rolled back in my head. I was vaguely aware of some screaming… maybe some crying. All I knew was I was at peace. Even if I died, Tatum’s baby will live. Sparks covered my body, but I felt cold. Then, the darkness took over. The same darkness that used to be comforting was now cold and unwanted. I wanted the light. I wanted Piercy. I wanted to live. If not for me, but to kiss Piercy again. To feel his hands on me. “Babygirl, come back. Please… please come back.”

Home. Sleep takes me quickly. No nightmares. Just peace. Outside our window, a shadow moves. Watching. Waiting. The Council of Shadows' first agent. Already inside Iron Valley. Already reporting. The Dormant Luna has bonded with her mate. Completed the connection. Become exponentially more powerful. And tomorrow, she walks into their trap.

A woman’s voice…low, breathy. Elena froze. Her heart began to hammer painfully against her ribs. “No,” she whispered. “No, no, no…” She moved closer, her pulse roaring in her ears. Each step felt heavier than the last. She could hear sounds from inside - rhythmic thumping, breathless moans, a woman's laughter. Her wolf whined in pain. Elena's hand hovered over the door handle. It was unlocked. Of course it was. Damien was so confident, so sure his pathetic Luna would never confront him.

Nico replied as a massive explosion rocked the floor beneath us and the windows shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti.

I stayed still, struggling to stay quiet as I gasped for air. Mrs. Lisa kept reading for a while, the soft glow of the lamp tracing gentle light across her face. Then, after a few minutes, she set the book aside and reached for the switch. The room fell into darkness, her window turning to a flat, black square against the night. I sat there in the dark for a long time, my eyes fixed on the dark window while guilt slowly crept over me. It pressed down heavy, but it didn’t matter. I already knew I’d find myself back in this chair tomorrow night, watching, waiting and wanting more.