Window Beyond Window Novels & Stories

He was the strongest wizard of the West. A moment later, an eerie sound of wind rattling along the leaves of the trees is powerful and violent. Willow and Cassandra look at each other when they sense the ruthless blows of wind. “You heard that?” Willow just nodded and glance at the window, the energy drive into the ground screaming like a hurricane that moves along the housetops. He moves his hands to close the window and ordered the others to stay away from the window. “They are here.”

The light painted my walls in honey and fire, touched the stone floors with warmth they hadn’t earned. I lay there, watching it change the shape of my world. One quiet second at a time. The bed was too big. The frame is carved from some kind of dark redwood, polished to a near mirror-shine. The headboard was etched with runes I couldn’t read, wrapped in symbols that prickled against my skin when I leaned too close. A canopy of gossamer curtains hung above, caught slightly in the breeze from the open window, and they swayed like ghosts in a dream.

Franc traced the edge of the mirror, murmuring softly, “She opened something we didn’t know was closed.” That night, back at the studio, Yam wrote in their shared journal, reflecting on the journey they had all been on together. “We didn’t build a legacy. We built a language. And Ren just whispered her first verse.” The Window of Soft Returns became a place of connection, a reminder that even in the busiest of lives, there was always time to pause, to reflect, and to remember. It was a testament to the power of art and the beauty of human connection, a legacy that Ren had created with her own hands and heart.

Maybe, just maybe, her destiny was only beginning. Outside, unseen and silent, shadows moved in the distance. Eyes glimmered, scanning the horizon. The villains from the past were not far behind, and the chase had only just begun. Shadow seen outside the window—villains are tracking her. —END OF CHAPTER 1—

Soren I stared out the window of my office, the weight of the world pressing down on me. The large bridge spanning the monstrously wide river was a stark boundary, separating our pack lands from the mundane world beyond. It was an ever-present reminder of the isolation we lived in, and now, it felt like a barrier we couldn’t escape from even if we tried.

The mere thought of his failure calms me. Standing in front of the large window that overlooks the garden, I allow myself to completely absorb the view. Memories of my first meeting with Kaidaira flashes through my head, each image sinking in deep. The bruises, the blood, the battered face never leaving my mind but I wish to forget. But one thing that captivated me even in the midst of the trauma seeing her in that condition are those blue orbs that hold lots of untold stories and miseries. “No one will hurt mate. No one will take mate away from us. She belongs here. WITH US”.

So, should I truly be as shocked as I was? It took an hour to reach The Window. It was on the pack border closest to the mansion. I got out of the car and told the driver to wait for me. The Window was a tall, black marble tower-like building on the edge of the cliff. With its foreboding architecture and haunting silence, it lived up to its reputation. My gait was fueled not only with rage at Olivia's unjust arrest but with everything that had been going on for the past two days. I was given confidence by the mark on my neck and the baby growing in my belly. The guards did not stop me. I'd dare them to try.

Even figs. The window—or what I thought was a window—wasn’t a window at all. When I got closer, I froze. It wasn’t glass. Not even close. It was like this thin sheet of energy stretched tight. Beyond it… yeah, I had no idea what I was looking at. The sky—or whatever it was—looked like someone had tipped over a bucket of paint and let the colors swirl together. White bleeding into purple, blue streaks twisting like water catching light.

"If you continue on this path. If you refuse to let fear and opposition turn you away from what you've started." "And if we fail?" I asked. "Then the division becomes permanent." The visions shifted to show a darker future – the supernatural world fragmenting further, the Shadowed Knights' ideology spreading, endless conflict consuming everything. "The window for healing is finite. You have begun the process, but it must continue, must spread, or the opportunity will close forever." "No pressure," I muttered, and to my surprise, the moon goddess laughed. "You have your mother's spirit," she said fondly.