The Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

LOVING THE GAMMA - Gamma Aaron & Janna (PAPERBACK available in A****n) IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA - Alpha Caspian & Andrea THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA - Alpha Riley & Nadia STEALING THE HEART OF MY ALPHA - Alpha Aeon & Alexa I also have another serie/saga that is built on the same world but has a different set of characters (Demon x Werewolves x Witches) INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA: Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Demon Braving The Darkness: One Night With the Demon King (attached to Beneath Her Darkness Book) Beyond The Darkness: The Alpha's Little Witch (ongoing) And lastly, the series for the next generation of the Black Shadow Pack (Alpha Circle) - ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE SERIES: SHE'S THE

Dawn broke gray and bitter over the coastal cliffs, the winter light doing nothing to warm the etched words still scarring our bedroom window. I woke to find Devon's side of the bed empty, the sheets cold, and a note on the nightstand in his sharp, aggressive handwriting: Command center. Don't look at the window. —D I looked at the window anyway. The message was still there, gouged into the glass like a wound that refused to close. In the pale morning light, it looked less like a threat and more like a scar—a permanent mark on our sanctuary that no amount of security upgrades could erase.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

Would it taste better? It was as if cold water had been poured on me, and I immediately woke up. My chest was still rising violently, mabilis akong lumingon sa monitor ng computer na ginagamit ko na naka-sleep na, I could barely see my reflection, but it was enough to see what was with me right now. My eyes widened when I saw my very own eyes, which I almost didn't recognize. They were blazing bloody crimson, like the eyes of a predator ready to attack her prey. Who the hell are you?

Her scent clung to the sheets, sweet and faintly floral. After a few hours, sleep had eventually come. I stirred hours later on the bed and realised that where she lay beside me was empty. My eyes shot open. The room was quiet, shadows shifting with the faint flicker of the dying fire. Then my gaze found her by the window. The storm was still roaring outside, howling loudly. Everything outside the glass is nothing but white chaos. She stood there, completely still with my white polo draped over her body. It barely covered her thighs, and the hem lifted slightly each time the wind rattled the windowpane.

Chapter — The First Move The mansion was dark the way it always was. No lights. No candles. Just the particular quality of blackness that existed in spaces that had decided light was optional and had been living without it long enough to stop noticing the absence. Aurora stood at the window.

“It’s here.” Damon shifted to stand between me and the door, his body tense like he was expecting something to burst through at any second. “You sure?” I nodded, fingers digging into Jace’s arm. “It’s not just out there anymore. It’s inside.” The whisper came again, curling through the cabin like smoke. "You are fighting a losing battle, little one." A chill ran down my spine. Then— A crash. The window exploded inward. Shards of glass rained down, glinting in the dim light as something dark and wrong poured through the opening. It wasn’t a figure, not exactly. It moved like a shadow given shape, twisting, shifting, its form flickering between something human and something monstrous.

Zarek stood behind me, placing his right hand on my left shoulder. “Enough!” A cold voice yelled, pulling Fenrik further away from us. I sprang forth from the bed, clutching my chest as I came down with heavy and difficult breathing. A chilling cold ran down my spine. I stared at my windows and realised I had left them open. “Same dream,” I muttered to myself. “When will these nightmares come to an end?” I got up from the bed and closed the windows, before stepping my feet outside my room. It was night, so everything was dark, except the torches lit across the castle.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.