Doors Figure Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, even though he had said he trusted Grace, he wasn't so reckless as to fully trust a stranger in a bizarre world like this. Staring at the metal door, Adro took a step back to look at it from bottom to top and repeated it. ‘This is strange. How do I open it? Those people brought Grace to the room too quickly earlier, so I didn't have a chance to observe more how they used this door. He touched the door and clucked because there were no knobs on its surface. The door was made of metal, like the doors to the treasure rooms in the castle. However, there were two doors, and in the middle of them was a box with two round buttons glowing yellow.

I felt the force work it's way up and down every nerve in my body, giving me the needed juice to exact my revenge. "Open the gates now!" Orvyn's voice barred into my mind and I opened my eyes with a smirk, the wind reducing to a gentle breeze. I did a quick mental calculation of the time it'd take me to beat Alpha Cassian to a pulp before Orvyn interfered. The mighty mahogany double doors were thirty meters high from the ground, spanning twenty inches in width. Three long rectangular oaken poles secured the door from behind, with each weighting a whooping seven hundred pounds.

Each door has a distinct design. The first door to the left has a simple five-point star shape sculpted in the middle of the wooden door. It has five vertices of the inner pentagon. The second bears the symbol of an eye on a brass slate at the center of a rather plain finished wood. The third can be mistaken to be identical to the first door at first glance. It has two overlapping triangles; one is upright, and the other is inverted, highlighting the eight trigrams. Six different symbols adorned the outer part in between the six trigrams. An eye was thinly engraved in the middle of overlapping triangles, highlighting its seemingly glowing pupils. The doors on the right side are void of symbo

The hallway behind the door was not too long and only had a closed entrance on the left side, which we did not touch. In the end, the door was no longer wooden, let alone black. It was a thick iron doorway with a security code on the side. Darwin wrote down the number, shielding it from my eyes as he stood between me and the pack, until with an electronic sound the lead-gray door gave way. The younger brother stood in the doorway and beckoned us in. Fito tapped the wall to the right on the inside and several LED lights came on, illuminating everything. «Oww... Wtf» I thought.

I say softly and they all scatter quickly. I mind link Ximena. “How do I open the door and nothing else?” She replies instantly. “Press the button with a lock, go to options and select front door. Go to options again and select the timer, the door will close in your entered timeframe. The code is four, seven, five, five, two. Good luck Adriana.” “Thank you.”

A panel of a dozen names and numbers by the door lists a J Conners on the fourth floor. I give the door an experimental push. It creaks, leaning inwards. Cheaply made, there's little to it. Michael nods me back out of the way, then sets his shoulder against the timber. He shoves, and it gives a bit. Shoving harder, he rams his weight against it. With a splintering of wood, the lock yields and the door swings open.... So much for security....

“Keep walking your boots down. Two more doors. On the right side.” Our frames are pretty much completely alone in this dark hallway. It is as fine a territory space as any to state with my tongue that this wild friction has to stop forever, but my actions are driven by a force far stronger than human reason when my skin is near Kael, and my boots don't hesitate at all. My feet just continue moving forward until my fingers are opening the specific door his voice indicated and walking straight into what appears to be a small mudroom layout, with a wood bench for boot storage and iron hooks for heavy winter coats, and small under-cabinet lights that flash on the moment my frame enters the space

"Max, there are three other doors on the right, left, and back. Can you send someone to check it? Jeremy and I are heading for the door on the right to check it from the inside." It turns out that checking other doors isn't easy either. They have to walk about five minutes to get to the door that Homer meant. "There's a chain and a giant padlock on the right door, Mr. Homer. There's no way we can't open it." "Mr. Homer, a ton of factory machinery is parked outside the back door. These machines are so big, there's no way we can push them. "There is a large container box in front of the left door, Mr. Homer, but I'm calling some bodyguards to push it away."

Twelve more steps straight, junction pillar on the left at meter twenty, the access door three meters past it, the latch at shoulder height on the right side of the frame. Twelve steps…Pillar. Three steps…Latch. My hand found it in the dark. Cold metal, the weight of a door that had not been opened often, a slight resistance in the mechanism from disuse. I pressed the release, put my shoulder into it, pushed through.

Get it together, Jessi. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Hi, Jessi. All finished with the gate," Judd said. "Want to come check it out?" She followed him down the driveway, Buddy romping along behind them. Judd showed her how the panels could now swing toward each other and fasten together using a pin lowered into a hole in the asphalt. "This is nice, Judd, really. It hasn't worked properly in about ten years." Not knowing what else to do with them, she put her hands on her hips. "I appreciate it. But again, it really isn't necessary."