Booktok Door Novels & Stories

After dinner, Adam returned to the reading room. Meanwhile Jes returned to her bedroom. Adam's myriad of jobs are piling up, he must finish immediately if he is going to enjoy the weekend. But tonight's problem was not over the weekend, there was another matter which was very important and could not be left out. Adam opened a secret door in the reading room. A door with very sophisticated security. The door does not resemble a door like usual, at a glance anyone who enters the room will see that the door is like an ordinary bookshelf. Indeed, the door is in the form of a bookshelf to manipulate anyone who enters the room.

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:

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

Sliding my hands into the pockets of my blue boot-cut jeans, I at long last noticed the details on the dark-brown wood of the doors. There was a carving of a faceless mother with an equally faceless girl on her lap, her arm was wrapped around the child’s neck and she was holding a book as she did so, reading to her. On the edges of the semi-circular doors were more carvings of half-opened books, full-opened books, closed books, dancing books, and flying books… in every possible angle, arranged at these heavy edges like a frame. There was also the carving of a faceless man with glasses on, in a kind of dignified kingly stance with a staff in one hand and an opened book in the other.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.

I asked right before the elevator opened. He just glanced at me and motioned me to follow him again until we reached the entertainment room. He turned the bookshelf around, revealing a black door. My lips parted. I didn't know they have a secret door. He typed something on the keypad locker near the doorknob then it automatically opened, revealing a stair downwards; an underground.

“Father says the unholy tradition is necessary, to keep you from spilling. I believe more in cultivating trust.” Is that what this is? He carefully pulls a book from the bookshelf and to my surprise, the entire shelf moves to reveal a door. My jaw drops open and my legs take me inside the room. How typical, like in the fantastical books I’ve read. “I can trust you to keep this small door a secret can’t I?” He asks with a smirk and then he opens it and goes inside.

The door’s surface was engraved with intricate patterns, including the triangular symbols they had seen on the machine and in Haverstone’s journals. “This is it,” Emma said, her voice filled with quiet awe. She reached out, brushing her fingers against the cold iron. The patterns seemed to pulse faintly, responding to her touch. Dr. Crane examined the door closely, his sharp eyes scanning the symbols. “There’s a mechanism here,” he said, pointing to a series of small notches along the edge. “We’ll need the keys.”

He nods his head, and he helps me step down off his truck. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to his front door. He unlocks it. We walk into his club. Going up the stairs to his office. He walks us further inside his room. He goes to his bookshelf and starts moving his hand around it. I then see him stop at an incredibly old-looking book. He picks it up. But it doesn’t come off the shelf. Then I saw the bookshelf move, and behind it is a secret door. He walks towards it.

Silver light poured upward from an endless abyss. At its center... an enormous ancient door slowly rose from beneath the earth. Unlike every door Adrian had seen before... this one had no handle. No lock. No keyhole. Only seven words carved into its surface. THE AUTHOR NEVER LEFT THIS PLACE. The White Book opened by itself. One final sentence appeared. Open this door... and every answer will demand a sacrifice. The ancient door stood motionless. Its surface was carved from a material no one could name. It wasn't stone. It wasn't metal.