Booktok Door Novels & Stories

Killian's house was so big that I wondered why he built such a humongous mansion with rooms that no one might ever sleep in. I was about climbing up the stairs to the next hallway when my eyes sighted a door that looked different from the others, other doors were the regular but not regular bullet proof doors but this particular one was made with strong irons and had some kinda buttons on it, I was curious to see what was behind the door so I walked to it. Looking at the buttons closely, I knew that the door needed a password to be opened.

She hadn't seen it before because the smoke altered her sight a little. Thalia gasped. The door was beautiful! It was crafted with exquisite artistry. Being an avid fan of fantasy novels, this door looked like something from the books she read. Thalia traced the door with her fingers. It felt cool to her touch. The door was an embodiment of artistic mastery, adorned with intricate carvings that depict scenes of mythical creatures, celestial bodies, and ethereal landscapes. Delicate filigree patterns intertwine with ancient symbols, and carvings Thalia didn't understand. Golden hinges, etched with even more delicate engravings, held the door firmly in place.

Dook turned toward the glow, staring into the narrowing gap of the door. - Another burst of power, Alud quickly to the wall! commanded the librarian. Alud quickly pressed himself against the wall next to Duk, breathing heavily. The door practically closed, several powerful streams of fire managed to escape through a narrow gap, dousing the werewolves with heat. The door finally closed, with a slight click of the internal lock. A small shudder ran through the walls, caused by a powerful burst of fire from the body of the Volkodlak. In a moment, everything was silent, only breathing and the crackling of the torch in Alud's hands.

I don't blame them though, It wouldn't do any good if everyone is in a panic state luckily most of the pack members were safe I ventured the hallway looking at nothing but photos, when I suddenly came across a particular door that had a different color than the rest, my curiosity got the better of me so I opened up the door and made my way inside The room itself wasn't that interesting but somehow I knew it held mysteries, it looked like an ordinary study room with a small siting area and book shelves filling out the rest of the room I looked around the room gliding my hands across the books that looked interesting but found nothing out of the ordinary, just as I was about to give up and hea

But not tonight. I moved toward the other door, the one that promised escape. As I got closer, I could see it more clearly. Unlike the bookshelf entrance, this door was smooth and seamless, made of the same material as the walls. If you didn't know it was there, you would never notice it. And there, set into the wall beside it at shoulder height, was a small panel. Two buttons, clearly labeled: LOCK and OPEN. It was simple, elegant, and perfectly hidden unless you knew where to look.

“Thank you.” “Amen,” Mrs. Turner mutters. “Fuck them.” We all laugh, dark, sharp laughter, when the speaker on Mr. Blackwood’s desk buzzes. “The asset is here,” a voice says. I grin. “The asset? Like Mission Impossible?” Everyone nods. Mr. Blackwood walks to a section of the wall, pulls a book, presses a hidden button, and a door opens behind the shelf. A man enters with a medical cart full of tubes, needles, ice packs. He's calm and professional.

My heart began to beat faster, though I could not explain why. Dad could not have just come up with a merger out of nowhere. Something must have influenced him. An external force. A pressure. A deal bigger than what he was telling us. I reached the door and tried to push it open. It did not move. Instead, a small digital panel lit up, asking for a passkey. I blinked at it in disbelief. Who on earth puts a passkey on a library door This was not a vault. It was supposed to be a room for reading.

Holy shit, there's something behind those books. I'm examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There's just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that's why.

The doors were not engraved with animals but names. I caught something different in Ashyy's eyes when I asked about those two doors. He's hesitant. "Nothing good, come on," without any answer, he pulled me hastily. Upon reaching the next floor we entered a magnificent door. "Wow, It is so beautiful." A beautiful big library was settled in front of me. Piles of books were arranged nicely at those big oak cabinets designed with the ladder itself. My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving.