Black Door Novels & Stories

I do not have any concrete idea of what he had seen on my face that made him nod in agreement and accept our invitation. We settled on our respective seats in the living room, and the horror movie was now rolling on the screen. The title of the movie was called Melpomene: Demonic Doll, and it was very terrifying and convincing. The characters were superb, you could actually believe that everything that was happening in the movie was all real. And the doll was beautiful at first, but turned out it was a possessed doll where a tormented soul was living inside its body as a vessel to reincarnate in a child's body. What's more deathly scary about the movie is that Melpomene, the doll, was hummin

I turned instinctively, but there was no one there. When I looked back, Adrian's expression had hardened. "Go home," he said. "What?" "Now." Before I could ask another question, he walked past me and disappeared through the greenhouse doors. I stood there alone, confused. Then, through the glass wall, I caught a glimpse of someone dressed entirely in black standing beneath a distant oak tree. The stranger was watching me. The moment our eyes met…they turned and disappeared into the trees.

He certainly knew how much she disliked Dana on their first meet. Eira groaned in frustration. “Do I look like a tutor to him? I’d rather be left alone.” ____________ The Black Hall was a dodgy place fit for creatures of the night. It had been more than just a hall once, Nate could tell from the ruins at the front that greeted anyone who visited it. A castle, perhaps, that once belonged to a high lord. Alex claimed it to have belonged to him, but Nate didn’t believe that man. All that remained of it was a hall now with black walls and cracked marble floor beneath a dome-shaped ceiling made of painted glass that let water droplets in every time the clouds wept.

Not fifteen minutes had passed when the devil walked in. My eyes met his cold brown ones, and I immediately regretted it when the image of last night came to mind. Neither of us said a word, and I continued my breakfast, pretending he wasn't there. He wore a pair of black jeans that hang loosely around his hips, a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and a black Adidas. What was this, the national black day? It suited him; though I assure you, his soul was darker still. "You'll get cold in that," He walked toward me and stuffed one of my strawberries into his mouth. A delicious smell consumed my nostrils. His perfume.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

The wooden floorboards creaked beneath her dragging feet as she staggered toward the door. "Someone's going to pay for this..." Her vision blurred from the splitting headache pounding behind her eyes. Every step felt heavier than the last. When she finally reached the door and pulled it open, a loud creak echoed into the empty hallway. No one was there. Her expression darkened. "Those damn kids again..." She was about to slam the door shut when something caught her eye. A box. It sat quietly on the floor outside her apartment. She frowned. She wasn't expecting any deliveries. Then suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

He said. So I walked over to my desk on the other side of the room and I turned the computer on. I logging in and I started hacking into the dark web immediately and immediately I started looking at all different chatter that was happening. But none of it was vampires. It was all about the town that was taken out, but it was mostly werewolves talking about it. Communicating with other packs to try and find out more information. I’m searching on the web for hours without even realizing it when someone knocks on the door.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand