Black Door Bell Novels & Stories

Ahead stood a rusted metal door, illuminated by a flickering, dim light. Pooh knocked on the metal door firmly. It opened a moment later. “Blackfist,” Pooh said. The man opened the door wider and let them in. Belle’s heart started pounding as faint echoes of roaring cheers reached her ears. She descended the narrow metal stairs to the lower floor. With every step, the noise grew louder—more chaotic, more intense. Pooh reached out his hand once they entered the packed underground room. Belle held onto it tightly as they pushed through the crowd. People stepped aside when they saw Pooh. No one dared cause trouble when a Blackfist member was present.

•|•|• How is it that a soul worth far more than gold, can be consumed for far less than pennies? Beware the devourer, pup, that shadow that hunts. Beware the Black Death that stalks within the darkness. When it calls, do not answer, and do not turn back, though it calls you by name. Do not look. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The iron doors to the throne room thud closed behind me as if to bar the rest of the world from the cold wrath that stews inside me. Standing in the midst of the large hall alone, the world seems to fall to absolute silence, as if a breath is held.

Why cover the mirrors? Why does this house feel like it’s hiding from its own reflection? I stop at the last door at the end of the hall. Unlike the others, this door is black—deep, inky black—fitted with thick iron hinges that look almost too heavy for the house. The knob is dark, round, like polished stone. I touch it. Cold. Not winter-cold. Dead cold. Like touching something pulled from the bottom of a river. I step back, kneel, and peek at the crack under the door.

He opened the door, stepping out first to check the hallway — it was empty, silent — then offered her his hand, his usual stoic mask slipping back into place instantly, though his eyes were still bright and warm when he looked at her. "Come on," he said, leading her out and straightening his jacket as they walked. "We have a meeting to finish. And later... we are going home early. I have some more... claiming to do. Properly. In our bed. Where no one can interrupt us." Belle bit her lip, smiling. "Is that a threat or a promise, Mr. Blackwood?" "Both," he said darkly, squeezing her hand tight. "Absolutely both." But just as they turned the corner toward his office, Draven’s phone buzzed sharp

If the dogs suddenly comes to life, who knows what would become of him. “It is safe here guys,” Don said when the dogs remained inanimate. It seems that the dogs are here only for ornamental purpose. Van prods and touches them. Nothing happens. “Excuse me,” Don said as he stands before the heavy wooden door. No reply came from the owner. “We should use the knocker,” Alice suggested. The metal door knocker is carved after a bull with oversized nose ring. Cautiously she touches the knocker in case it carries a hidden curse. Again nothing happens.

The room, which had been bright, darkened for a second. Then, a low, guttural growl echoed through the castle making the walls tremble and weapons rattled on the racks. The hairs on my arms stood as an unnatural chill filled the room. “What the hell was that?” Kael muttered, reaching for his sword. Xander’s eyes darted to the door. “Something’s inside Blackthorn.” Another growl. This time closer. A howl followed, but it wasn’t from any wolf that we knew. It was deeper. Hungrier.

I heard Kael say. I was surprised that he would speak to me. Of course I was not well, everything that was going on was irritating to me. " I am okay" I lied, as I flashed him a smile. It looked genuine but he did not smile back. His face was the way it was and it even scared me more. I could hear the bell ringing from the hand of the council leader. " You all know why we are gathered here. A blood marriage was done yesterday and it has brought us freedom, it has sealed it for us and we can not live in peace" he said.

My skin prickled as if something old had turned its head towards us. Inside the box were four bells. They were small enough to fit in my palm, but there was nothing delicate about them. They were made from dark metal that was not black exactly, but too deep to be grey. Strange carvings ran around their round bodies, lines and marks that seemed to shift when I looked at them too long. Each bell had a short handle wrapped in what looked like dark leather, though I did not think it was leather at all. The metal caught no light. It swallowed it.

Holding his foot, he cried, “Ouch!” Melchora walked past him and pinched his ear. “Karma, Zyrielle.” Grey didn’t reply and simply let her leave. He sighed in frustration and stood up, continuing back into the mansion. *** “LET’S ATTEND MASS later, Yellownora. Bring Red with you,” said Black, sipping milk. He and his sister were at the pool area of their mansion. Katleya glared at her brother. “Okay.” “What was that look for?” Black asked, clearly confused about her mood.