Booktok Doorframe Novels & Stories

And instantly the hinges crack as stone dust falls from the frame. Just after the third impact, the door tears from its frame and crashes to the floor. BANG!!!

He guided me away from his brother, directing me down the long, echoing corridor toward the massive double doors of the library. The wooden doors were massive, carved from dark timber that smelled of old dust and varnish. Intricate patterns covered the surface. On the right door, carved lines twisted into flowers, heavy leaves, and a burning sun. On the left door, the carvings formed a massive crescent moon and a weeping tree. Beneath the branches of the tree, a small girl knelt in the dirt. The king shoved the right door open. The heavy wood groaned on its iron hinges.

I noticed the bumpy gold of the back entrance did not have a knob, instead, a strange mechanism of gears hung on the mouth of the door before the man threw the large frame open with a noisy creak, his gray eyes fastening on me once more as he turned to face me. ”Come on, in here.”

The fire was not enough to see clearly what was inside, and they could not hear even a sound. The door was made of solid iron. On thick iron plates, there were countless protrusions, even holes that were about to be punctured, pitifully tattered. The traces clearly showed the shape of a large fist that was extremely powerful. Enough to know that the person inside tried many times to break the door to get out. But the big and thick door in the window frame was also distorted and about to break. It was possible to imagine how great the breaking force was. “If you want to live or die while your body is still intact, This door must be replaced this afternoon.”

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.

As he beelined towards his condo at top speed, he said to Vivian urgently, “Vee, go to the bookshelf now. On the third grid from the right and the fourth from the top, there’s a button behind. Push it. Then, go to the first grid on the left and go up three grids, and you’ll find another button. Push it as well. Remember the order. A door will appear shortly.” The volley of gunshots didn't stop, and every one of them was focused on the lock. Without wasting any further second, Vivian held the phone and went to search for the buttons that Edward had told her about. The first button was very well hidden. If he hadn't told her its specific location, she would have certainly missed it. After she

“Still need to seal the windows. Morwen wants to check the wards. But the bones are there.” I stepped forward, fingers brushing the smooth railing of the porch. “Leo,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.” He relaxed a fraction. “It’s… ours,” he said quietly. “If you want it.” I moved slowly, taking in the details. The doorframe had little carvings along the sides—tiny leaves, moons, and, I realized, books. A wolf’s profile tucked among them. Inside, the air smelled like fresh wood and possibility. There was a main room, open and bright despite the trees outside, with a corner clearly meant for a reading chair—a built‑in window seat with cushions already in place.

If this is not a trap, then what is the reason for this absurdity? Inspector Kim steeled her courage and peeked into the space behind the big door. This place is as big as a two-bedroom with a bare minimum of furniture on it. The concept applied to this room is the eye-catching Victorian style. Many frames decorated the empty wall. One of the frames has six people stand in front of a beautiful outdoor garden.

It possessed a geometry that was too perfect for the rough, organic interior of the hut. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a faint, violet luminescence, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. The center of the door was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within that blackness, Ressi could see faint glimmers, like distant galaxies spinning in a void. It looked deep—impossibly deep. The fire in the hearth seemed to shrink away from it. The temperature in the hut plummeted. Fear, cold and primal, washed over him. He scrambled backward until his back hit the reed door he had been about to open. "Mungu wangu," he whispered.

On the next floor, a couple of apartments are occupied, silhouettes moving behind the windows, the blue shimmer of a TV. On the fourth storey, balconied windows are brightly lit, at the front, and when I check around the corner, at the side too. Figures move in the light. I can't make out the details, but several people are moving around inside, mostly male... But there's another... Is that a woman? Then I see Wonder Boy, standing at the window, lighting up a cigarette. Keeping to the shadows as much as I can, I make my way to the door. Someone's taking their security seriously. The door is solid, well-constructed and the lock is a high-quality multi-action model. I could break in...