Window Beyond Window Novels & Stories

After slipping through my slippers, I headed towards the windows. On pulling the curtains away, I glanced at the view. I had not noticed the mesmerising view before until now. How could I be this lucky? Before me was a flowing lake. God knows if it was an artificial lake or a natural one but it was beguiling. There were a handy of trees here and there but other wise the place was empty. The grass was cut perfectly and right outside my window were gaudy flowers planted which I had never seen before, apart from the red and white roses.

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

The monster who took everything from me. I turn toward the window, my only connection to the outside world. The moonlight spills across the floor, casting eerie shadows that stretch toward me like ghostly fingers. The night is alive with the sounds of the forest—crickets chirping, the distant howl of a wolf, the rustling of leaves in the wind. The wind. My pulse quickens. If I can feel the wind, that means this window isn’t sealed shut. Moving quickly, I cross the room and press my hands against the wooden frame. The glass is old, the wood slightly warped. If I apply enough force—

The window stood slightly open whilst the curtains fluttered in the breeze. But Nova was gone.

Camela paused and tilted her head slightly as she whispered, “It’s right there in front of us…a wall.” Vincent stretched out his hand, and he felt a smooth, chilly surface. “You’re right,” he said cautiously. “It feels like... glass.” She pressed her palms against the surface. It felt smooth, hard, and unbroken. "Then this must be the window," she murmured. "Behind it on the other side is the rain.” Her father's voice echoed back, full of amusement. "You will never break it. That window represents the truth. You can press your hands, your lips, and your love against it, but what lies beyond will never belong to you."

But my relationship with Obsidian was just as important. With dread settling in the pit of my stomach, I changed direction. When I stepped out of the treeline, nobody turned to look at me. I relaxed a little until Dorian approached. “I’ve been listening to Obsidian explain things to the humans.” He paused. “Vanya wants one big window at the side of the house facing the waterfall, right?” I nodded. “Bill talked about glass some people use in their houses. You can see out of it, but other people can’t see in. It will work great.”

I didn't notice that I already started leaning against the window because I felt like closing my eyes after. * * * "'Cause we've got no time for getting old, mortal body timeless soul. Cross your fingers here we go. Oh oh oh!" I woke up because of the noise coming from the voices of people. When I opened my eyes, I saw that we're still in the middle of the highway but it seems like we're the only one to pass by here. I also noticed the radio playing the song that they are singing to. I looked around and then Cassian caught my gaze.

The window stood open, curtains fluttering in the night breeze like ghostly fingers pointing toward the darkness beyond. Lucas was gone.

I glanced at the wind-down window and realized we were passing the border of the Red Moon pack. “See you on the other side of the moon, Hara.“ I soliloquized, gripping the photo even tighter.

Sushi walked over and faced the large window that I usually use to look outside. Sushi growled and I closed my eyes because the glass suddenly broke and the wall had cracks. Suddenly there was a commotion outside because the loud breaking of glass was heard. I feel the cold wind. The whip is strong and some snow is carried into the room. Beest eft, I'll beest eyeless the moment we shall step out of the window. "Err, okay." I just answered even though I didn't understand what he said. Eyeless? Does he mean, can't be seen?