Window Beyond Window Novels & Stories

Ikaros's words from last night kept echoing in my head. About wolfing out outdoors and the existence of his pack. ***** Ikaros's POV Last night, the woman broke her promise and wolfed out outdoors again. She leaped out of her room window in wolf form, landed smoothly on a birch tree branch in front of the apartment, and then descended to run out to the parking lot. Quickly, I wolfed out and chased after her. The full moon was directly above us, casting everything in a silvery glow, including the girl's fur.

Jaiden walked back to the table taking his pen and again engrossed himself in the work. LUNA The bus was moving steadily on the road heading to the forest. The road leading to the destination was a clean wide one surrounded by the rows of trees. The vegetation density kept increasing as they keep going ahead. The weather was also pleasant with sun shining through the clouds. Trisha and Nina were watching some episodes of one of their favourite teen drama sharing the earphone. They were completely into the scene on the screen while I was still gazing out of window. I have no interest in those they just hype up your standard always making you feel incomplete.

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

Closer. More monstrous than any cat I’d ever heard. What the hell? I asked myself as I tried to get a peek out the window, and jumped when I heard the high pitched, fevered, scared cries of someone outside. A woman’s scream from the sounds of it, and then another thunderous screech from whatever animal was outside. Whatever was happening, it seemed to be hunting someone, and I couldn’t just let that happen.

The World Outside the Window ​"You can't stay here," Dr. Thorne said, her voice trembling as she held her tablet like a shield. "The Bureau... the police... the whole world saw the stream. They’re coming. They’ll see you as a threat. They’ll call you 'un-authorized life'." ​Nora looked at the lab’s large, reinforced window. Outside, the sun was setting over the skyline, casting a long, golden light across the city. She saw the helicopters approaching, their searchlights scanning the building.

It was like flipping a light switch to on and feeling your bulb blaze and start to burn out customer after customer. The current customer in question was a woman rattled on about how she had made one of Gabbi’s recipes for a dinner party and how it had been the absolute hit of the evening. Gabbi thanked her for her purchase and autographed her book. The woman asked for a photograph with Gabbi and she obliged. As the flash lit up the dim room, her eyes felt hot as the little black dots began to form in front of them. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes and, when she finally regained her vision, standing before her was a tall, dark mystery man staring down at her.

Then movement—four powerful shapes pushing through toxic smoke, wolves manifesting as shadows. "Alpha's daughter! Hold fast! Your father's pack has come! The Northern wolves have breached the silver!" Strong arms lifted me from wreckage, carrying me away from the burning territory of the male who discarded me like ash, away from the broken bond that had been my cage, toward freedom. "Please hang on—the bond of blood calls you home—" I gritted my teeth and wrote my name in blood across the Bond Severance Scroll. Pain tore through me. Then black.

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 I stood beside my window, fingers pressed lightly against the cold glass, watching the world outside. The world that could never be mine… no matter how desperately I longed for it. My eyes were fixed on Lara Harvard. She lived next door, and from my window, I could see everything that happened in her vast compound, almost identical to ours, yet somehow so different. Hers felt alive. Mine felt like a cage.

The tires ran over the wet, lonely road. I kept my forehead pressed to the cold window. Rain poured down the car roof and blurred the windscreen. I noticed a single drop crawled down the glass, fighting to escape. I wished I was that drop. "Leo, please stop sniffing. It's annoying." Viktor's voice rolled from the driver's seat, low, heavy, and final. In the rearview mirror, his eyes were fixed on me. They never blinked.

He walked towards the central observation window, its reinforced glass offering a panoramic view of the desolate landscape beyond. The dome, a testament to humanity's ingenuity, was failing. Cracks, thin at first like spiderwebs, now spread across the transparent polycarbonate like jagged scars. Some were hairline fractures, barely visible, while others gaped open, revealing the harsh, unforgiving reality of the world outside. The once-immaculate surface, a shield against the hostile environment, was marred by discoloration, by patches of fading transparency, by areas where the material had begun to crumble and flake away, creating miniature avalanches of plastic dust.