Black Door Bell Novels & Stories

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

The mirror, right, we have to get to the mirror. “THE DOOR WON’T BUDGE!” We hear a shout from the terrace on the third floor. More people shouted and starts to run around thinking that it is the end of their lives. The black matter is still getting bigger and bigger, the one on the ceiling has already reached the walls, the one on the chandelier has already spread on the floor. It turns everything it touches into black like it is eating everything it gets to put its hands on.

Now I'm wishing I did. I walk slowly over to the door, pulling out my stun gun as I do, and push the door open. It slams against the back wall and I listen out for any noises that shouldn't be there. I can hear the television on but can't see anything. I walk a little closer into the apartment and freeze when I see a dark figure, one I'm way too familiar with, on my couch. "Close the door Annabelle." Father says while still staring at the flat screen on the wall.

I am already curious about the third floor, the red phone and why some doors must remain closed. I quickly turn to the next page to see if there is an explanation, but I don't see it. I see something else instead. ✦ NOTES ON THE SUMMONING SYSTEM ✦ The Bell is forged from melted bullets, hanging in the main hall. It is only rung by the Head, the Consigliere, or the First Son. It has three distinct tones: One Chime – Minor Assembly (briefing, security updates, interrogation, visitor warnings) Two Chimes – Formal Family Gathering (strategy, decisions, oaths)

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

It wasn’t anywhere she knew. The others appeared behind her, one by one, their outlines rippling like reflections on water. The sky above them was a black dome streaked with red veins of light. Trees twisted in impossible shapes. The ground was soft, like ash and heartbeat at once. Caleb looked around, his face pale. “We’re inside,” he said. “This is Black Hollow.” Silas’s eyes glowed brighter than she’d ever seen. “Welcome to his world,” he murmured. Somewhere in the distance a bell began to toll, deep and slow, as if marking the time they had left. Ava tightened her grip on the dagger. Her father’s voice echoed faintly in her memory: Under the Blood Moon, choose. She straightened her shoul

Half of them are wearing black suits and the other half are wearing white attires. "Close your eyes," Death instructed. Emily closed her eyes. She felt a warm breeze of air around her. She heard a loud whooshing sound, followed by the sound of ominous ringing bells. "The cemetery bells, they call upon us now," Death whispered. The two of them are transported into a realm, outside the mortal bounds, where people and other beings are immortal, where ending doesn't exist. That place looks peaceful. It is just a white horizon that is filled with spiritual. Everyone wears white clothes except for the reapers of the souls.

The silence in the house was not peace. It was a facade for danger. She stood at the end of the hallway—the one that curved around the servants' pantry and into the wall no one ever challenged. It was a dead end on every map she had ever studied. To her, For in Blackwood Mansion, dead ends were secrets that had perfected the art of seeming to be doors. She jammed her hand against the fretted lion's face on the weathered face of the old grandfather clock. Its cracked face warped slightly under pressure.

[SEALED ZONE BREACH DETECTED] [THE NECROPOLIS HAS AWAKENED] And somewhere inside the black city, a bell began to ring.