The Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

by the window was a shadow, standing in the moonlight… A dark figure stood by the window. His figure was obscured by the moonlight that was high in the air, but surely it was a figure. I scrambled back in fear as the shadow stepped out of darkness. It wasn’t a dream. He was real And he was in my room. One of the velvet devils His presence sucked the warmth from the air. His coat was long and dark, his face obscured by shadows, but his eyes… his eyes glowed red like dying embers. Not with anger. Not with heat.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This story contains dark romantic themes, emotional trauma, themes of abandonment and separation, coercion, ritualized harm, and intense psychological distress. Reader discretion is advised. --- Prologue The Thread Between Us The city outside the window breathed in neon and sirens, a restless animal that never slept. Inside the apartment, the lights were low, curtains drawn against the noise of it. The world had been reduced to the soft circle of lamplight on the floor and the quiet space between two bodies.

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"Give me the drugs, I muttered as I took the water and swallow the pills." ANNABELLE ... The fire of revenge burn deeply inside of me and now Damon as cross the line between me and him I will become the devil and not the girl he knows before I took the pills just to stay alive to kill her, I don't care if I lose my life but I promised him I won't let there love story have an happy ending no matter what. I felt a sharp pain down my abdomen it's hurt so bad, I screamed at the top of my voice, Damon I screamed as he got to where I was blood was rushing on my private part I screamed again, ''Damon! Just do something and don't just stand there am fucking bleeding get me to the hospital I screamed

♠️ 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.

She did as he ordered and began to descend down into the dark, a light flickering on once she reached the bottom; the door locking behind her. Elika noticed that the broken window had been boarded up with plants of wood, making it impossible for her to escape again. She sighed, crawling to hide behind a bunch of cardboard boxes, her heart racing as she thought over all that had happened. Darkous walked back towards the living room, noticing that his comrade Michael still stood in the doorway, having not left when he was told. He sighed, he really wasn’t in the mood for company, he had enough on his mind; he had to figure out how he was going to use the girl and her gifts, though he already

"Because I haven't broken you yet. Because I let you keep that fire in your eyes." "You couldn't put it out if you tried," she breathed. "Is that a challenge?" He didn't wait for an answer. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights of New York blurred behind them, a million indifferent witnesses to the chaos about to unfold. He pressed her back against the cool glass. The contrast—the cold window against her spine and the scorching heat of Dark’s body against her front—made her head spin.

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 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.