Black Door Novels & Stories

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

I tried to crawl to the door, I heard some maids screaming around the house, it is like the mansion is on fire. "Young master as started is crappy craziness again, I wonder who he's gonna be his next victim again, Yvonne was the first person he killed, you know we find her body on the floor and blood was all over her body,” the maids muttered as I put my ear beside the door to listen to their conversation.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

I won’t lie but I was really interested to know the truth behind the mysterious night I had last night. I walked toward the black SUV, apparently an Audi Q series. The chauffeur opened the door for me and I slipped in. Closing my side of the door, walking around to get in the driving seat. “Good Morning, Ma’m, where to?” he asked. Everybody was so formal with me. It was so oddly enjoyable. I gave him Eliana’s condo’s address. He pushed the wheel and I started getting relaxed, I was kidnapped thank God. He stopped the car for his checking before exiting out the house. But before I could see anything else her I noticed a logo on the gates, It said BG

Elika questioned, barely able to keep up as he created a black hole where the front door to the mansion should be; relentlessly dragging her towards it. “No questions just follow.” Darkous sighed, disappearing into the portal. The princess held her breath, closing her eyes as the recurring feeling of falling overwhelmed her senses; shocking her small frame. The feeling dissipated as quickly as it had arrived as the dark lord violently tugged her through the other side of the portal, immediately beginning to walk again. Elika eyes scanned the large room they had exited the black hole into, benches and lockers stretching out as far as the eye could see. Some were freshly polished, whereas othe

Carol asked with a shutter. “I’m going to the source of all this activity. If you want to leave and return to the lobby, you can.” Blake said with a smile. But before she could reply, there was a loud slamming of the door they had blocked from closing. Their only option now was to follow Blake and return through the elevator. They made their way to the last door with the basement written on top of it and whisps of Black aura emulated from the door’s cracks. When Blake opened it, there was no light shining from the room. It was only a black hole, not allowing any light to enter.

' 'I suppose it's the safest thing to do,’ I say, agreeing with him. As we park the car and step out, we suddenly feel a sense of doom. There’s a dark and eerie feel to the Blackwood territory. Dead trees surround the place, and a storm is brewing beyond it, adding to the eerie darkness. The only sound we can hear is the wind gushing through the trees. The dead branches and trees dance like they are all in a ritual. The dry leaves crumple under our feet as we approach the front door. The packhouse is a black Gothic house with huge windows all around. I can see a white curtain moving. Pack members peek through the window at me. Dried vines cover the house. Nathan and I glance at each other, t

Brenda trembled and asked, "What... what's the black room?" "The black room is a small, windowless room painted pitch black. You'll be locked in a dog crate with no water or food. Who knows what else might be inside—could be rats, spiders, or even venomous snakes..." "No! I don't want to! This is illegal! You can't..." Before Brenda could finish, Cliff kicked her in the chest. "I'm giving you one last chance. Speak, or you'll rot there. I promise, it'll be worse than any death you can imagine."

When he started to climb in, I followed, and was led into a maze of darkness that involved following a pathway that brought me into a room that had the same sort of light as the basement—a single, illuminating presence, hanging above all. “We Blackwoods own a dark secret, you see. By day we are businessmen in so many businesses that no one can actually say what it is we do. People hear of the Blackwood chain of companies and think of one of the biggest businesses ever known to them. But at night, like now…” Suddenly, more lights shone in the room, and I was surprised by what I saw in the room.