One Dark Window Book Novels & Stories

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

Chapter 29 I watched the city lights dance across the large windows of my penthouse as I whirled the wine in my glass. The world outside was contentedly ignorant of the storm building inside locked doors. And Dorian also? He was unaware that the first genuine crack in his kingdom was about to break into something permanent. On the table, my phone buzzed with brightness cutting across the poorly lit room. I grabbed it, the slow, anticipating cadence of my heart hammering.

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.

I saw him mixing in crowd with my blurred vision, but then, my subconscious me of more important things such as walking to my definitely-wasted girlfriend. Before I could move anywhere, I felt someone’s eyes on and I moved my eyes in that direction, there stood a man passing me different looks which I could comprehend. I nodded at him and turned around to open the door. I got in and the same disco lights welcomed me but with a different song. Leaping faith, I started taking drunk-steps to the last cabin he instructed me to.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

She fell asleep before he did and he lay in the dark with her weight against him and thought about a woman who had stood at a window for months and had finally, finally, let the window be just a window. End of chapter 64

And a roof that defied the grey sky. House oak rest. They found it. Or maybe she had found it. Nobody moved. Because at the same time they noticed something. All the windows of the house were dark. Except for one. Up top. On the third floor. There was light. Warm. Golden. And there was a shape in the window. Too far away to see her face. But she slowly lifted her hand. Like she's been expecting her. Then she disappeared. And deep out of the interior of house oak rest sounded the sound of oneself opening door.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

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.

I am trapped. The door opens. A figure steps into the room. Tall. Wearing dark clothes. A hood covers their face. I cannot see anything except the outline of their body and the glint of something in their hand. A knife. "Please," I whisper. "Please do not—" The figure moves toward me. I scream. --- The window explodes. Glass shatters everywhere. Moonlight floods the room. And through the broken window, a second figure crashes inside. Larger than the first. Faster. Dark hair. Gray eyes burning with fury.