Door Crack Blocker Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and my human knees throbbed from the cold, reminding me that my body no longer repaired its joints with the speed of an Alpha wolf. I ignored the dull ache and moved up the rocky creek. We reached the drainage structure ten minutes later. A massive iron grate blocked the tunnel mouth, secured by a heavy digital padlock that glowed with a faint red indicator light. Damon pulled a small electronic bypass device from his pouch and pressed the copper leads against the lock's external circuit board. "This will take about four minutes. Linda, cover the ridge." I leaned against the wet concrete wall. The air smelled of chlorine and industrial detergents… a scent that imme

The keyhole was broken, and all the parts inside popped out! The door lock was broken! “Sh*t!” Everyone’s expressions changed. Kaden and Quentin, who were closest to each other, rushed forward to block the door first. The other male guests also rushed forward. “We cannot let them come in. We have to block it! Block it!” There were no heavy objects in the room that could be used to block the door, so they could only rely on their bodies to desperately hold the door. The iron door began deforming when it was being squeezed from both inside and outside.

I freeze. The clerk unlocks the glass and pulls out a small, polished piece of medical-grade steel. It has a thick base ring and a small, restrictive cage attached to the front by a hinge. It has a tiny padlock resting next to it. It looks like a medieval torture device. "Kir, no," I say immediately, even though my cock is now pushing hard against my zipper and my breaths are coming faster than they should. The shop assistant ignores me completely, which is incredibly rude.

It simply wasn’t in his nature. Ostensibly talking to Clare but really thinking aloud, he repeated some of the things he had noticed about the door earlier. “The pins for the hinges are on the outside, as well as the screws for the doorknob. That definitely doesn’t work in our favor. The door itself isn’t an exact fit for the frame, there’s a little bit of space all the way around. I think I can see some kind of slide lock or deadbolt.” “You’re right,” Clare said. “Whenever Big Daddy comes or goes, I hear him sliding the lock.”

I'm selfishly hoping that this all ends soon so she and I can have our summer free of the bullshit. I'd been trying to find a way in with no luck since the innocent looking doors were anything but. They were commercial grade steel from the looks of it, which meant our boy had something to hide. Even the windows were reinforced. Not to worry though, Mancini's tools, some of which I was carrying would take care of it. I have no problem cutting out the lock mechanism to make my way in, didn't much care if the asshole noticed that there was a big ass hole in his door when he returned. But just as I was about to get to work, he came back.

The slide of a heavy metal deadbolt unlocking. The brass doorknob turned. The door slowly pulled open.

"Like... weapons? Armor and stuff like that?" "And security," I said, "If you want to understand how the house is protected, you'd start there." "Yes. I want to start there." Her pace quickened, pulling me along. I huffed a soft laugh, then lead her down a corridor that grew more practical the farther we went. The rugs became thinner, walls less ornamented. The air cooled, carrying a faint metallic tang. We stopped at a thick, reinforced door. It was made of dark steel that was set in the stone framework of the house. The lock wasn't just a normal lock. It was a combination of physical code, warded seal, and something else. Pack scent recognition layered in between.

"No keypad. No biometric scanner." "It's a blast door," Eliana rasped, wrapping her torn lab coat tighter around her shoulders. "Designed to withstand a direct bunker-buster missile. It likely seals from the inside. If the primary power grid is dead, the magnetic locks might have failed... but the hydraulic deadbolts will still be in place."

She traced the edges—no handles, no latches. Looking down, her knees felt weak. At this height, with the windows sealed and the door locked, there was no way out. Dorothea let go of her hand, stood on her tiptoes, and touched the cold electromagnetic lock above the door frame. "Mommy, the door won't open." "I know, baby." Avery knelt to check the ventilation ducts. There were fresh scratches around the edges of the grilles—someone had tampered with them recently. She stood up and surveyed this "sanctuary."

Through the wood, I could hear Claire's voice more clearly now, hoarse from shouting and smoke, calling for help that hadn't come until now. "Claire!" I shouted back, letting her know rescue was finally here. "I'm getting you out!" I didn't hesitate. The door was solid wood reinforced with metal hardware, built to protect sensitive documents from both theft and fire damage. Under normal circumstances, it would require specialized tools or systematic effort to breach. But normal circumstances didn't involve my mate trapped inside while someone tried to murder her. My wolf surged forward with protective rage. I took three steps back, aimed carefully, and kicked the door with every ounce of pow