Novel & Cerita Black Door Bell

“OK, I’ll get the bags, you head inside, it should be unlocked.” I headed slowly up to the door, this place looked to be at least 100 years old, I could see where some recent repairs had been done and it looked like the steps and the floor of the porch had been replaced recently but otherwise it was unlike any place I’d seen before outside of the movies. The iron handle was cool and stiff as I turned the latch to open the door which creaked and startled me a little. Rob was right behind me and chuckled as I stepped back at the sound. “Don’t worry Eve, the only serial killer here is old Ben, a big ole Black Bear that every hunter seems to see but never kills.”

The bells of Blackthorn Castle rang thirteen times, their solemn echoes rolling across the vast Night Empire like an ancient warning. The haunting sound drifted through mist-covered forests, over jagged mountains, and across villages where sunlight had been nothing more than a forgotten legend for centuries. Every vampire, whether noble or commoner, knew exactly what the bells announced. The Blood Eclipse had arrived, and before the night ended, their king would stand beside the queen chosen by fate itself.

Music played low and bass heavy, humming through my skin like a heartbeat I hadn’t earned. The receptionist gave me a form. But I barely filled it out. Because that’s when I heard her. Behind the Black Door There was a door in the back labelled Private Marks Only. It was matte black. Soundproofed. With a glowing crimson sign that read: SESSION IN PROGRESS. DO NOT DISTURB. But the moans still got through. Real moans. Shaky. Deep. The kind of sound you don’t fake because it lives in the gut. She whimpered once, then gasped.

She took some silver dust, sprinkled it on the map, and light rose in the shape of a door. A black door. Elaine set down her cup. “Portal,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “Yes,” said Amelie. “But I still don’t know what they’re trying to bring in.” The runic bell vibrated. A new attack had just been detected to the south. The circle glowed with an additional dot. And the gate of black light opened just a millimeter.

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

Thousands of bells hung from the ceiling. Some larger than houses. Others small enough to fit in a hand. Ancient staircases spiraled upward through the structure. Silver light drifted through narrow windows. The old woman led them higher. And higher. And higher. Eventually the sounds of the city disappeared below. Only then did she stop. The chamber at the top was circular. Empty except for one object. A bell. Just one. Unlike every other bell in the tower, this one was black. Not metal. Not stone. Something else.

My claws bled black. The heavy doors shuddered open under Elias’ shove, and together we spilled into the night. Outside, the air was no kinder. The town was already shifting. The safe illusion of daytime had long shattered, and now the streets lay soaked in gloom. Buildings slumped under shadows, windows like empty eyes. The bell tower loomed in the distance, its silhouette carved against the horizon, tall and skeletal. And though no sound should have reached us, I could hear it: the heavy, unceasing toll of the clock, beating against my ribs like a second heartbeat.

- Gary follows the finger Lucifron uses to point and sees the black door. - The door that leads back to the underworld? - Remember. When we passed the door from the underworld to hell, we passed through a large corridor that led to this room. Do you remember? Gary squints and thinks. What his beloved said was true. But he didn't understand what this had to do with the opposite door, - Don't you understand? - No. - Gary confesses. - The black door – he says pointing to the door – wasn’t there when we entered the room. That door is not the door that leads to Hades. There was no door there.