Novel & Cerita Black Door

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Inside— There was no restoration. Only torn, dusty files. Water dripping from the ceiling. And in the very center— A black wooden door. Written on it in white paint: ROOM 509 — DO NOT OPEN A chill crawled up my spine. I wanted to leave. But Megha said— “Just two minutes.” She pushed the door. It opened without a sound. More terrifying— As she pushed it, the door pulled itself inward. As if something inside had grabbed it. Inside was darkness. Deep, swallowing darkness.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It has door knobs in a shape of wolf's head. Weird! "He is insi-"Chase can't finish his sentence as the door is flung open revealing the man,who has been haunting my memories and whose seeds are growing inside me. Alexander Blackwood. His eyes lands on me and for the moment,I forget the world around us including presence of Chase.His grey eyes has the shades of aqua blue this time.Probably he wore lenses but it doesn't falter the fact that he is the owner of the most enchanting beautiful eyes in the mortal world.

Emilia asked, her heart racing with fear. Ryder hesitated before answering. "It's a shadow within you, Emilia. A dark presence that's been awakened by your powers. We need to get rid of it before it consumes you completely." Emilia felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that she had to face this shadow, but she was afraid of what she might find. Ryder led Emilia to a secret chamber deep within the Blackwood estate, a room that seemed to exist outside of time and space. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the walls were adorned with ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a mysterious energy.

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

"Nic?" "I'm fine," she muttered. But she wasn’t. The darkness wasn’t just stirring anymore. It was waiting. Dean pressed his weight against the stone, testing it. For a moment, nothing happened. Then -a deep, grinding noise rumbled through the ruins. The sigil on the door glowed. Not gold. Not white. Black. Like ink bleeding through water. Nicola’s breath caught. Then, the door swung open. Cold. The passage beyond the door was cold.

I forced a polite smile and kept walking, my chest tight. I wandered the corridor without direction, the sleek silence of the company wrapping around me. Glass walls. Muted voices. Power everywhere. Then I saw it. A door slightly apart from the others. Dark wood. Minimalist lettering. DIRECTOR — LUCIAN BLACKWOOD My heart skipped. I hesitated. I shouldn’t. I knew that. But curiosity crept in, quiet and insistent. Before I could stop myself, my hand reached out and turned the handle. The door opened.