Through My Window Book Series Novels & Stories

The plumbing in this realm is seriously lacking. I head back to my room, planning to continue reading the demon book, when something suddenly hits the window. I pause. What the hell was that? I stare at the glass. Nothing looks different. Did I imagine it? It’s not like hard objects can just fall from the tree above unless there are fiery acorns I somehow don’t know about. I’m pretty sure I would’ve heard of flying acorns by now. Then something invisible strikes the glass again. And again. And again.

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Waiting for an order—any order. As stealthily as possible, I managed to get to the window, without startling them, where I had used my magic to kick out the glass watching the shards scatter before me. Once I climbed through to the other side, I found myself in another hallway that was enveloped by more darkness. This this time, giving off an eerie feeling to it. A feeling, that I knew too well, and didn't exactly like, since I knew who else had arrived, trying to steal the show, and my Kaitlyn.

Alika's POV The sky outside the window faded into a sickly gray-green, like it was about to vomit a storm long held back. Wind twisted between the old library’s windows, slipping in through tiny cracks, carrying with it a chill that burrowed straight into my bones. My hand trembled as I turned the final page of the ancient tome Anindya left behind—a book that had already stolen my sleep, and tonight, threatened to steal my peace. The pages were frail, like dying skin left too long under the sun. Strange symbols etched across each leaf, pulsing faintly as if I were touching the heartbeat of something still alive.

I stumble backward, my body screaming in protest as I try to move, try to think, try to survive. There’s no time or space. Nowhere to run. The window. It’s the only option, the only chance. My heart pounds wildly as I turn, half-running, half-stumbling toward it, every step sending fresh waves of pain tearing through my body. I can feel him behind me. My hand slams against the glass and I don’t stop. I throw myself forward. The window shatters on impact. Glass explodes around me in a storm of jagged shards, slicing into my arms, my face, my skin as I crash through it.

I can picture him crazed, tearing up the roads in his truck, racing into the city and quizzing a confused and frightened Mercy about my whereabouts. I've got to keep trying. My heart pounds as I stalk over to the last window, hidden behind a voluminous sheer curtain, the only one I haven't tried because it looks too small to climb out of. "C'mon," I whisper, willing the window to open. With trembling hands, I reach out and grasp the slim metal lock. To my shock, it pops open in my fingers. Relief shoots through me as the window slides over, and muggy air floods the room. Finally. I close my eyes and let my small victory sink in.

Chapter 33 BRIANNA’S POV ***** Outside, the downpour was descending heavily. I stood by the window, my breath creating a small mist on the glass as I peered outside. The rhythmic tap-tap of raindrops against the windowpane created a soothing melody that evoked nostalgic memories in me.

Locals must use this as some sort of party spot. Gross, but thankfully, no murder scenes or visible animals waiting to attack me. I probably shouldn't want to see more because tiny goosebumps are popping up and down my arms, but the need to keep going is starting to overwhelm me. Trying to stall for a few more seconds, I stand back and look up. The window, which is almost as tall as me, has leftover pieces of glass piling round the edges. Walking through will be the easy part. Once I'm in, there's no telling what or who could be inside.