One Dark Window Novels & Stories

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.

If people on the right want to enter the left, they have to go out of the door and return to the glass room for testing,thisefore, when Ling saw Uncle Winston with a face full of creditors' expressions and a wet coat and trousers, and a little water dripping from his hair, he knew that Jane Hilton must have beaten the boss again. The house is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. The right side is completely transparent, and you can see clearly inside and outside, but the left side is unidirectional. That is to say, Winston Barrymore can see everything outside through the glass-security guards who patrol the past from time to time, maids who laugh in the garden from time to time, and the b

shouted the man who raised his voice. Noah listening to the man's words made him laugh out loud, “Pfft … you seem to be underestimating her. Although, she is a girl. However, she is the vice-leader of the Blue Starlight team.” When he heard the dark red-haired man's words, the man was immediately shocked and his eyes widened. It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight”.

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

Using his free hand to grasp the gold door handle of the large door, his other wrapped tightly around my body keeping me in place so I couldn’t wander off, the darkness of the office I had been sat inside grew thicker and heavier the moment I’m pushed through the second, almost pitch-black room. It was much too dark for me to make out any items of furniture if there were any, but what seemed to be centre stage was an extremely large floor to ceiling window. It was similar to the one in the room I had woken up in this morning but in some odd way, the window seemed reinforced and almost darker, as though whatever had occurred outside had stained the once pristine glass. But the glass window wa

The penthouse was a cold, silent fortress of glass and marble. Damien stood by the window, his silhouette mirrored in the dark panes. He didn't need the lights on; he had lived in the shadows for fifteen years, and tonight, the darkness felt like the only thing that was honest.

And my window was my stage, a private peepshow for an audience of one, or so I thought. Tonight was no different. A storm was rolling in, the sky outside bruised purple and black. The wind rattled the windowpanes, and the first fat drops of rain began to splatter against the glass. I was in my bed, the covers kicked off, wearing only a pair of loose boxers. My laptop was open, but the screen was dark, my attention entirely focused on the house next door. A light was on in what I knew was his study, a warm, golden square in the gathering darkness. I could see a silhouette moving behind the blinds, a tall, powerful frame that made my breath catch.

Dominique rose, spine straight, mask discarded. “You want blood?” she whispered to the screen. “Then you’ll taste mine only when you choke on it.” She shut the laptop, picked up her whip from the wall, and turned toward the mirror. “I’m not afraid of the dark,” she said to her reflection. “I am the dark.” Outside her window, the Fox watched from the alley. And smiled. Dominique didn’t sleep that night. She sat cross-legged in the center of her room, surrounded by candles, digital maps, and open notebooks. The photo of her from earlier—her coat buttoned, head bowed against the wind, steps silent and alone—still burned in her mind.

“What the heck?” Just as I get her out of view, a large male werewolf in a dark suit steps up to her window with another just behind him. His eyes are pitch black with a deep snarl, exposing his elongated canines. He raises his arm and brings it down hard, pounding on her window with the butt of a gun. Zara screams at the sound of cracking the glass. I’m grateful she can’t see the window turning into a spiderweb pattern. The loud noises make Dillon startle and cry in the back seat.

Natalia’s Island Fortress – Command Sector The howling wind ripped through the steel walkways of Natalia’s last stronghold, blending with the cold mechanical hum of war machines activating. Damien’s dark eyes burned with deadly focus as he led us through the shadows, his weapon raised, every step sharp and silent. Vanessa’s sniper rifle gleamed in the flickering red emergency lights as she took point on the elevated catwalk, her deadly gaze scanning for threats. The countdown timer blazed across the command terminal screens, its merciless numbers ticking down: