One Dark Window Book 3 Novels & Stories

A single connection, leading north past the frost line, staying dark. • • • Maren screamed before I could ask anything else. The cradle was empty … for half a heartbeat, until I saw the baby already in Maren's arms, safe. But the nursery window stood open, and fresh adult footprints marked the snow beneath it. Not an attempt to take her. An attempt to listen. Maren's voice shook telling us the rest … someone had been standing outside that window for three nights running. Someone else had been hearing the goddess too. • • •

Slowly I start to work at one of the windows, but as I pull it open, it starts to make a loud crack. I stand in complete haunting silence as I wait for someone to rush in from outside. Yet. Nothing. I slowly push myself up and slip my legs one by one out the open window. It is completely pitch dark; there is no way of knowing if there is someone out here until I am on top of them. But after a save few steps, I start to feel that I have made it. But then… As I am trying to disappear into the darkness… I wait… But, still, nothing…

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

he sighs, "Sadly, the masters know they need to breathe if they should stand to be in each other's presence or risk suffocating beneath their own egos.," His head rolls back, "I have never seen a place so fucking bright." I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th

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.

Her scent clung to the sheets, sweet and faintly floral. After a few hours, sleep had eventually come. I stirred hours later on the bed and realised that where she lay beside me was empty. My eyes shot open. The room was quiet, shadows shifting with the faint flicker of the dying fire. Then my gaze found her by the window. The storm was still roaring outside, howling loudly. Everything outside the glass is nothing but white chaos. She stood there, completely still with my white polo draped over her body. It barely covered her thighs, and the hem lifted slightly each time the wind rattled the windowpane.

I tried to touch his, intertwine our fingers so he wouldn't let go. But then, he was ripped away again, and Everything went white. I woke sitting upright, my breathing sharp and uneven, heart clawing at my ribs. The dark room loomed around me, foreign enough that it took a second to remember where I was. Lucien’s mansion. The glass house. My pillow was damp. My hands were shaking. And worse of it all—my throat hurt. Because I had been speaking out loud. It was more than a dream. A dream that felt too real.

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.

“It’s hard not to worry, but I want you to not worry for me also. I’m safe here with my daddies.” “Damned right,” Carl chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “We’ll get through this,” I said. “Together.” Caleb took the space on my right and placed his hand on my belly, leaning on his arm. “Together.” Carl nodded, also placing his hand on my belly. “Together,” he echoed. The night was still, with only the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the window. Closing my eyes, I felt a sense of peace in my heart despite the danger. I knew they would protect me. I trust them.