One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

' She spun her head to look at her window, the blinds were barely open, it was dark outside but with her light on someone could definitely see inside if they wanted to. She stood up, going over to her window, about to pull her curtain down when she saw eyes looking at her, yellow, bright eyes. She gasped as a nail tapped her window, then her phone went off again. "Open it quietly Davina, don't make a scene." Looking back to her window she walked away from it, over to her bedroom door where her light switch was, she flipped it off, her room becoming dark, the only thing she could see were the eyes watching her every move 'Damn wolves and their night vision' she slowly walked back to her windo

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

I put my eyes on white when listening to her and I snapped “Don't start... come on...” I tell him indicating that he enter the study, I pass the insurance and I approach the laptop, I enter the code to unlock it and I enter the security system of the mansion and activate the security protocol of my study, at instant, you hear the soundproofing mechanism that completely closes the studio “What's going on?...” he asks when he sees that the window behind me closes with a steel window. After the process is over, I look at her seriously “we have a leak...”

That night, after Miranda had taken a bath and changed into her nightwear, she was just about to fall asleep when she suddenly realized the window was left open. Since she didn’t like having others close by while she slept, her maid, Molly, stayed in the outer room. Miranda didn’t bother calling her in. She got out of bed herself, intending to close the window. Just as she reached out her hand, a shadow flickered before her eyes, and a dark figure leaped through the window, staring straight at her.

The frost on the windows glowed blue in the predawn light, jagged crystals clawing at the glass like skeletal fingers. I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—the True Enemy’s void-black gaze, Viktor’s melting flesh, Silas’s blood pooling on temple stone. The fire had died hours ago, leaving the cabin air sharp with pine resin and the metallic tang of my own sweat.

A streaming light from the moon penetrated through the window to illuminate a small room. A room which held two captives.Jake groaned as part of the moonlight bathed his face,rousing him awake. He tried to move but discovered to his dismay that his hands were chained to the wall.

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.