Door To Mines Of Moria Novels & Stories

“Are, are you trying to kill me!?” He didn’t answer, instead, he offered his hand. I accepted it and he helped me get up. He then walked towards the now opened door and said, “This is the door to Estenaethria.” I peeked down at the door again, horrified. “This!?” I pointed at the 'deep and dark hole' on the floor. The horror never left my face. “This is a damn sink hole!”

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:

It shows every screw head, every smear of blood on the grating, every water bead trembling on the rail like the room is holding its breath in pieces. Damian’s hand tightens around mine. “He is routing through the core.” “I know.” “If he completes pre-load, stopping him will require cutting him out or burning him through.” “I know.” Leo’s blue paths race over the chamber map. Residential exits open in three places. Harvest doors unlock. Finished line staging gates slam shut, then reopen, then shut again as the Director fights him in the walls. Each opening appears on the map with a little burst of blue. Some vanish almost immediately. One residential exit stays open long enough for three dots

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

"If the mountain wakes up completely, the energy output could fry the nervous systems of every Unbound and Resonant in this courtyard. We have to vent the pressure. We need to go down there." Killian did not argue. He reached out and intertwined his thick fingers with mine, an anchor of solid, unshakable heat. Maya walked ahead of us, leading the way toward the iron doors of the deep catacombs, a place we had strictly avoided since claiming the Palace. The heavy iron doors did not need to be pushed open. As Maya approached them, the metal simply groaned and parted, the rusted hinges yielding to the sheer will of the Luna's daughter.

I reached over, taking her hand in mine. The road basically ended at a giant solid rock. To anyone else, it looked like a dead end. But I reached for a hidden remote and typed a secret code. With a heavy rumble, the grounds shook and the mountain began to slide upward. The door was made of steel and stone, thick enough to survive a bomb. "Welcome to the Iron Peak," I murmured. We drove through a dimly lit driveway into a massive hangar. Once the truck was inside, the stone door slammed shut behind us with a loud thud.

The girls’ cries got louder. “Enough Thane!” The Luna yelled. “Behind the pack house there is a door beneath a large rock. It leads underground. It’s a tunnel that opens into a large room. You will find the stone there.” I mind linked my Beta the directions to make sure it was there. “Thane, you know that in the wrong hands the destruction of our world is almost certain.” I laughed at her. My Beta brought a chest and laid it at my feet.

But as the survivors began to cheer, and the Iron Vault soldiers threw their caps into the air, a shadow fell over the beach. It wasn't a parachute. It wasn't a drone. It was a **Door**. A single, free-standing door of polished mahogany, sitting right in the middle of the sand. It looked exactly like the door to my father’s office in the 1998 simulation. And from the other side of the door, I heard the sound of a typewriter. *Click. Click. Ding.* "He's not gone," I breathed, standing up. "Elara, wait," Silas warned, his hand on my shoulder. "That door... it shouldn't be here. The system is dead."

The figure behind us followed, a silent guardian of sorts. And then, through the dust and sparks, I saw it: a door, half-collapsed, pulsing with a strange blue light. “That’s our way out,” Caelum shouted. “Move!” I nodded, heart in my throat, lungs burning. We sprinted toward it, but the shadow anticipated our move. One massive tentacle lashed out, slicing through the rubble just inches from my face. I dove, rolling to safety. Caelum yanked me up. We reached the doorway. The blue light was blinding, warm, beckoning.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, “I’m not going to war. It’s just Theo’s mansion. A giant house full of bitter memories, nosy secretaries, and an ex-mother-in-law who could pass as Ursula with a Latina accent. Totally normal, Ma.” “¡No es normal!” she shrieked, clutching her chest like a telenovela queen discovering her husband’s affair with the chauffeur. “It’s Claudia! She forced you into this with the devil’s power and mafia-level threats!” Dante calmly lifted the first suitcase and carried it toward the shiny black car waiting at the curb. Damian followed with the second one, throwing me a look. “Make sure she didn’t pack knives in here,” Damian told Dante. “If Theo tries anything, I’m not gua