Booktok Door Novels & Stories

"Don't cook yet." I reached the end of the ledge. Standing before me was the anomaly the Wulfric-AI had called "The Door." It was massive. Fifty feet high, circular, and set into the bedrock like a bank vault. But it wasn't made of steel or star-metal. It was made of bone. Fossilized, yellowed, ancient bone. It looked like the vertebrae of some subterranean god fused together. And it was humming. A low, resonant thrum that I felt in my teeth. It wasn't the digital buzz of the Architect,

He didn't come with a key and that didn't mean they had forgotten to give him one; it was because the door worked in a structured manner. The door opened upon command from the king, meaning that anyone who had a direct or indirect order to go to the archives could do so without needing a key. He was barely five inches away from the door when both eyes on the head of the carved Lycan turned yellow, and the door opened inward. As he stepped inside, the door closed with a thud. The room was big and empty, except for a bottle in a thick, dark-coloured glass which was boldly labelled ‘The Containment of Truth’

"I'll grab the documents, pay you extra, and we're out of here." I hit the landing, and that's when I saw it. The door is at the end of the short hallway. It was solid steel, built right into the wall, totally out of place in this architectural masterpiece. That had to be the safe room. I walked up to it and punched in the standard family code. Click. The heavy door swung open, revealing a small, climate-controlled room. The room held nothing. Zero ledgers. No dusty boxes. Just a single, neatly folded note placed on a small teak table.

"So I'm going to go back to my quarter now. I'm starving!" Noorh pulled the pile of books closer to him. He compared its titles to the list of book titles on the sheet of paper he held before nodding. "This is it, alright," he muttered before turning back to Kiran. "You need to use that door out," he said, pointing to a wooden door across the room. "That one doesn't lead to the catacombs." Kiran looked at the door and nodded. "Okay, thank you!" she said before smiling at Noorh. "I'll see you later then."

Otherwise, such a noise disturbance might have prompted complaints. Ambrose attempted to knock harder, but the door was too solid. He then turned to a knife in an attempt to unlock the door but failed again. He went back to his room and noticed a card on the bedside table containing the hotel's private butler's contact details. He called the private butler and spoke angrily, "What kind of material is your door made of?" Thinking it was a test of his service skills, the professional butler replied politely, "Sir, our hotel doors are constructed with the most solid wood, featuring three layers of panels.

The black ebony-colored door ornate with carvings of ravens in different postures was revealed to Phil as the bookcase opened due to him pushing the button under the table. Inspecting the door, Phil noticed that it had no handles and a large bust of a raven with its beak open was the central piece of the door. Phil stared at the raven and noticed its eyes were blood-red crimson rubies. Phil tried to push the door but it did not budge even a bit, he tried taping and listening and observed that the door was metallic but at the same time wooden in nature, and the deep bass feedback helped Phil deduce that the door was heavy and at least an inch thick.

He had bumped into one of the shelves near him. He bent down to get the book but then his eyes caught sight of something. At the lowest corner of the shelf, there’s a button placed. It was unnoticeable at first but as he looked closer, it was indeed a button. Without second thoughts, he pressed the button slightly, and just then, a rumbling sound came through. The supposedly locked door suddenly opened slowly which made him surprised. “What was that?!… It was an automated door?” So, there’s no key needed to open the door but they have to find the button that connects to it. And lucky for him, if not for the book falling down, he wouldn’t be able to find that button.

I search the room carefully, looking through shelves and drawers till I come across a candle stand sitting on the shelf. What's a candle stand doing on a bookshelf, with tons of books? Doesn't Killian worry about his books getting caught in fire? Unless…... I picked up the candle stand, and to my surprise, it only moved an inch, then a resounding click echoed in the room. I yelped, stumbling backwards when the shelf started moving. It shifts to the right, exposing a door behind it. So doors like these exist not only in movies? Curiosity got the better of me, so I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. It led to another room, well furnished and dimly lit.

It made a loud click. Slowly, she pushed the door open. The office was dark, lit only by the dying orange glow of the fireplace. Papers were messy on the floor, and the air smelled like smoke. "Where is it?" I whispered as we slipped inside. "Behind the books," Lisa said. She walked over to a huge wooden bookshelf. She touched the side of a leather book and pulled it. The bookshelf made a loud grinding noise and slid sideways. Behind it was a heavy metal vault door. There was no keyhole—just a flat, smooth piece of black stone.

I went in search of another but I ended up having a stack full of books with enticing book covers and submarization that kept me curious and glued to the papers. I walked deeper and deeper till the other end of the library, I gazed up at a wierd looking book on a shelf in the midst of other books, it had a wine book cover but didn't actually seem removable. I grabbed onto the book but it didn't budge, and when I tried harder my fingers ended up sinking into it and I retreated my hand. Just then I realized something, I watched in bewilderment as the shelf suddenly parted, revealing a metal black door. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as my fingers traced the icy touch of th