One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the internal server and the soft crackle of the fireplace. A storm gathered outside, rolling low across the New York skyline, lightning slashing through clouds, and casting jagged shadows across the glass. It felt like a reflection of everything unraveling inside. Damon stood by the window, one hand braced against the glass, eyes fixed on the blurred city he once controlled. Behind him, Juliette moved with quiet purpose, placing a cup of coffee on the side table without saying a word.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

*Faraway* A man is sitting inside a dark room, holding a glass with red wine inside. He is looking out through a large bay window, his eyes staring at things beyond the castle wall. Just then, the phone lying on the dark oak table starts vibrating and the screen keeps flashing. The man slowly turns around, revealing his face, half of which is rotten like that of a decayed corpse.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

People dying, fucking windows won’t break and spooky-ass video recordings erasing themselves . “Shit,” he chuckled, on the edge of hysteria. “All cause I wanted to pay my goddamn bill early. Fuck it, man. Next time, let the fucker go to collections.” Lightning flashed outside, flickering through the glass front doors. “Damn,” Deyquan whispered, rubbing his forehead harder. Didn’t want to go to those doors. Didn’t want to see what was out there, because he was through, dammit. Fucking over it. Lightning flashed again.

If the vampire is here he’s going to prefer something indoors and dark at this time of day. I make my way over quietly, my head on a swivel, constantly scanning for threats. My ears don’t pick up on any odd movement besides the person walking into a store across the street. When I reach the back I see a cellar window cracked open just a tad. I lean down and press my ear to it. There’s movement. But no heartbeat. This has got to be him. I don’t know what I’m walking into so I decide it’s best to have the element of surprise. I slowly crack the window open further, inching slowly, not making a sound. Then I slide in.

The classroom was empty. As I entered the classroom I grabbed a seat which was in the last row near the windows as I loved to sit near the windows since I was young. After settling myself, I took out some books to read as I was unfamiliar with the surrounding and had no friends to talk with. As I started reading, suddenly I saw two boys entering the class while chatting and laughing with each other. Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

My voice slowly rose with each word. “I don’t have a fucking soul anymore, and the sooner you all realize it, the better off you will be. The better off you all will be. I do not ask you to care. I do not ask you to do anything but help protect our pack's future and ensure that no one you care about falls into the hands of a hunter or has the claws of addiction pull them into the shadows.” I turned back to the window.

ISBERLT. A long sigh flies past my mouth as I drop the serum on the desk; turning around in my seat to remove my glasses, a d gaze out the window to see that the world has already been covered by darkness; the illuminating light from the full moon, the only source of light which once again reminds me that I'm the only one left in the company—excluding the parading guards. Staring at the moon, I'm somehow drawn to it, and find myself at my office window, arms crossed against my chest as memories that I find hard to keep down every day flow through my mind.