Black Door Novels & Stories

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.

Just my steps and the crack of twigs underfoot. The coordinates lead me to the west foundation—once the billiard room, now rubble and overgrowth. I dig under a charred wooden board. My crowbar hits metal. A half-buried iron door. I shine the flashlight. Rust and thick dust cover it. In the center, the Blackwell sigil: three interlocking rings—one empty, one blood-filled, one burned. I force the door open. The screech echoes in my head, but when it’s fully open, cold air rushes out like the breath of the underworld.

He sat up, his heart slamming against his ribs. "What is it?" Maya whispered, pulling the blankets to her chest. "Shh." Malakai looked at the door. A black, oily substance was oozing through the crack at the bottom. It wasn't blood. It was the Mother’s shadow. It didn't have a scent, but the air suddenly turned freezing, the moisture in the room turning to frost on the walls. A psychic howl ripped through the terminal outside. It wasn't a wolf’s call. It was a scream of pure, celestial hunger.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

Every vampire in the bar notice his sudden change and all turns toward the tavern door like their king. They were shocked to see a black root emerging from the side of the door. At the same time, the room starting to be cold and the root become bigger to a point of almost covering the door. Ina a split second, the door has cracks around it from the black liquid and exploded in front of everyone. Everyone in the room quickly hover on the floor with some unable to avoid ice glass quick.

The village looked prosperous and full of life in the outside but inside were death and sorrow. The walls were high and proud, and there were towers above it where Badblood watchers watched the perimeter with bird-like eyes, they can see through the dark. They stopped behind the trunk of a tall tree. "We should stay in the shadows" Rena said quietly. "The watchers can see in the dark. One wrong move and we will be dead" Serra nodded. "Okay, I will just follow you". A black bird landed on the nearby tree. Rena's body suddenly tighten. Serra could hear her heart beating loudly. She swallowed.

As she walks something occurs. As Romera moves faster her skin complexion begins to change. That peach skin color of her visage becomes gray like a tombstone that has been unkept for centuries. The skin on her face breaks apart into two columns. The right side opens up just across her eyes which changes the color of her iris to pure darkness. Once that wound is created, black smoke comes out while she sprints. The other side of her face has the same identical mark across her eye though this one makes the soul of her orb grow even dark than before whereas the last one is grayer this one is pure black and as such even darker smoke leers out of the wound. The streaks of smoke form a trail along

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 cried out as I found myself sinking into the thoughts that could have never appeared in the mind of a stable person. I couldn't see anything else, everything came off vivid. Suddenly, a voice appeared on my mind, "Mom! Mom! What should I do?", the young 17-year-old teen, Seo-yeon called for her mother to help her. "What happened? Why are you calling me? Seo-yeon, my child, why are you crying?", Her mother approached her. "Mom... I.. I.. killed her.. there was blood everywhere.. Mom, he was there too. Now, what should I do? I.. I... couldn't stop myself.. I drank her blood, mom.Now what should I do?! H-help me, mom, please."The young teen was in blot out of blue and scared. She could have n