Beyond The Door 2 Novels & Stories

The shadow noticed it too. "You're afraid." The being didn't deny it. A long silence followed. Then it answered. "Yes." The simple admission sent a chill through the sea of realities. The Custodian turned sharply. "You remember what is beyond." The being's expression darkened. "I remember enough." Emma looked between them. "What is behind that door?" Nobody answered. The silence itself felt like an answer. A terrible one. The Gate groaned. A deep, ancient sound that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

I have counted every step of it a thousand times over six years, and yet the exit I'm certain should be four doors down instead opens onto a narrow side passage I don't remember ever existing, dust undisturbed along its length except for a single, narrow track worn into the concrete, the kind of wear that comes from a door being opened and closed regularly, recently, by someone who knew exactly where they were going. I should keep moving toward the actual exit. Every rational instinct I have insists on it. Instead, my hand finds the handle of the door at the passage's end, and I understand, dimly, that some part of me needs to see whatever's behind it more than I need to be safe tonight. The

The dark room contains of drugs and a huge casket. I wasn't afraid of the casket but I am curious about the doors. Each door has a passcode except for one. I went to the door and slightly opened it. I went inside it and the walls clearly spelt danger in Russian Language. I kept walking along the short corridor until I saw two doors. I almost turned back uninterestedly until I started hearing moans from the left door. The Moans and groans increased so that I couldn't stop myself from satisfying my curiosity.

But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave. I instinctively tried to follow, but a thin golden barrier stopped me. Written on it were the words, "On the path to the afterlife, those who’ve moved on will never meet again." I watched as a long-lost smile spread across Emma’s face. And as I smiled, I began to cry. In the end, Emma and I were never meant to be.

In a frenzied bid, she brandished a knife at Steven, trying to extort funds from his family, but a slip of the blade turned the threat into injury. Outraged, the Leonardes pressed charges, landing her behind bars. Joyce relayed the saga via messages. I lounged on a beach, absorbing the news. The sun dipped below the horizon in a blaze of crimson and gold. In this reborn existence, I'd finally found my fresh start. The End

Both of us watched in fascination and growing alarm as delicate ice crystals spread across the surface in intricate, geometric patterns. "That's not normal," I whispered. "No, it's not. But it is a sign that your abilities are finally breaking through whatever bindings have been placed on them." Kayla's voice carried a mixture of excitement and fear. "Aria, I think you're—" The sound of splintering wood cut her off mid-sentence. My bedroom door exploded inward, torn completely off its hinges by something with inhuman strength. In the doorway stood a figure I recognized but had never truly seen before – Marcus Webb, but transformed into something that definitely wasn't entirely human.

The walls had been repainted, and new furniture now occupied the living room, but the faint scent of her mother's favorite lavender cleaner filled her nose along with the smell of something cooking. “You didn’t call,” Dorothea said, shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t have time,” She replied flatly, setting her suitcase down near the stairs. Her mother wrung her hands. “You should’ve called.” “What difference would it have made?” Kallista snapped. Before Dorothea could respond, a deep voice cut through the tension. “Kallista? Is that you?” Benedict Jones entered the room, a glass of whiskey in hand. The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anyt

Unable to fight back, I yielded and the last thing I heard before the door slammed behind me was Rose's voice, desperately calling my name in pain. "Bella… Bella… Bella…"

She hurriedly dropped the towel she was using to wipe the table, then she ran to open the door. "Did you forget...." She trailed when she saw who was at the door. "It's you." May said with a little frown on her face. "Yes, it's me again." Mike smiled.

I shouldn't treat Hailey as a concept, she's also just a human. I sat up while still on my bed and was about to thank Cassian and his words that made me realize I was being selfish when I heard an intense and multiple knocking on our door. Before I could get up and open the door, Cassian beat me to the door. I followed him and we found Inez panting, holding onto the wall. “Something's happening with Hailey.. she's having trouble breathing.. we don't know what to do.” Inez said while trying to catch her breath.