One Dark Window Book 3 Novels & Stories

“This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my hardest to not end up like either of the unconscious people around me. My back hits against the cave wall , I am trapped. The wave reaches me , immediately I am engulfed in the most peaceful and warmest feeling ever – like cuddling up with your parents on a cold nig

The room was cloaked in a heavy silence that pressed down on Sienna’s chest. The golden hues of the evening sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows that danced faintly on the walls. Sienna sat by the window, her gaze distant yet sharp, lost in thoughts that churned like stormy seas beneath her calm exterior. Dominic stood nearby, his eyes fixed on the cityscape beyond. The glowing lights blurred into a mosaic of secrets and lies. They had won a small battle against Ryan, but the war was far from over. That realization tightened around their throats like a noose.

Ace I stood by the window in my penthouse. The city lights below were bright, but they didn’t clear my mind. I didn’t touch the drink next to me. It was the third night in a row I came home to silence.Not the quiet that helps you think but this was different. This was cold. Sharp. Lonely. Emma!

I agreed and fell asleep quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t asleep for more than a few minutes when I was suddenly back in that room with my sister and now, two brothers. They were all shackled to the floor. I did notice that the window was no longer tall, but wide. One of them had turned the window sideways, and I know why. During the era of the Salem Witch Trials, the houses in the affected areas started being built with one window at an odd angle or sideways. It was called a Witch’s Window because a witch wouldn’t be able to fly through it on her broom. It was a human attempt to deter witches from entering their homes.

Desiree Three days. I've been here three days, and every second feels like drowning. The window in my new room, because apparently prisoners get upgrades, overlooks the forest. Freedom is right there, so close I can taste it. Pine trees swaying in the wind, the moon hanging fat and silver in the sky, calling to my wolf. Tonight, I'm answering. I wait until the fortress quiets, until the guard rotation changes. Then I move. The window opens silently, I've been oiling the hinges with butter from my dinner tray for two nights. My hands shake as I grip the ledge.

The door opened. The library had no windows. The walls were lined with shelves; the gold lettering on the spines glinted occasionally in the dim light filtering through the door crack, like flattened stars breathing. She walked to the farthest shelf, pulled out the black-spined book from the third row—cover blank, pages empty. She set it on the table, opened the cover. The folded paper inside had no new writing. She closed it, returned it to the shelf, and turned toward the other door at the far end of the room.

Part 1: Run The first gunshot shattered the window. Glass exploded across the floor. Lina instinctively ducked. Her heart hammering against her ribs. “Move!” Adrian ordered. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the back hallway. Behind them— More shouting. More footsteps. More danger. Victor's people were already inside. Part 2: No More Hiding They raced through the dark house. The emergency lights flickered red. Everything felt unreal. Like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

His voice was much mellow this time, with his form soon tearing off the seat. “I hate seeing us like this” He let out in a low voice. “I hate any hostility coming between us” “I love you too much, to have anything pulling you away from me” Those words brought the calm to me, and with his eyes held strongly in mine, I saw every truth in that gaze. I watched his figure push to the windows, onlooking the outlying environs, and maybe just maybe I was the one keeping him in the dark. “I don’t want to go the same path my mother did”

I'm hit with the feeling once more. Mate Mate Mate Royal yells and I look at Ares, who is realizing who I am as well. Mother fucker, I'm mated to three wolves. The realization and the exhaustion of the night catches up with me and I start seeing black spots. The last thing I see before I give in is all three Alphas rushing towards me. Adonis Pov

Chapter Thirty: I Don’t Know How To Be Soft Without You POV: Elias Voss The office was dark. Not dimly lit. Not shadowed. *Dark.* Elias had killed every light source—the recessed overhead panels, the brass desk lamp, even the subtle LED strips lining the bookshelves. Only the indifferent glow of the city remained, bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Skyscrapers stood like sentinels, their windows glittering like scattered diamonds against the bruised twilight. The horizon still smoldered, a fading stripe of tangerine and rust where the sun had surrendered.