Novelas y relatos de Fourth Wall

Outside the shattered arched windows, the three blinding pillars of light from the sky dissolved into a single, massive curtain of silver-blue fire that completely encased the inner stronghold walls, cutting off every escape route into the valley. "The gatehouse detail has gone completely dark, Alpha!" Voss shouted, his short-blade leaving a trail of black grease on the floorboards as he moved to protect the ledger table. "The curtain outside isn't heat. It’s a static frequency wall. If a wolf tries to cross that silver fire, their inner beast will be torn out of their frame before their boots hit the gravel path."

Someone had dusted it. "What was here?" Linnea's smile slipped. "That's the fourth frame," she said, in a different voice. "The Fourth House." "There are four?" "There were." She hesitated. "It's not something we say. When I was little, I asked the old nurse, and she slapped my hand, and told me never to speak of it in the Keep. Father had the painting taken down when I was a baby. Some people say he burned it. Some say it's still in a crate somewhere. Nobody will tell me." She rubbed her arm. "In the Council chamber, there are four chairs. Three have people in them. One's always empty. The servants dust it every week."

“It was made by the Fourth.” Rei stared. “But the Fourth didn't exist.” Aiden shook his head. “That's where we've been wrong.” The Vessel stepped forward. “The Fourth always existed.” Rei looked at him. “Where?” He touched his chest. “In every choice nobody was willing to make.” The chamber lights flickered. Then a hidden staircase appeared behind the ancient doorway. It descended farther than anything they had seen before. Dominic looked down. “How far?” Aiden stared into the darkness.

The reinforced iron security doors of Registration Area 12 parted into the dark interior gallery with a heavy, pressurized hiss that echoed loudly through the limestone plaza. I stepped past the unsealed threshold into the black-glass fortress of Sector Four, my boots making no sound against the dense, industrial rubber floor mats that lined the entrance path. Behind me, the freezing downpour of the storm was instantly cut off, reduced to a silent, blurred distortion against the thick, reinforced panoramic panes of the exterior wall.

A small cafeteria was located at one end, where the stove was heating up food for the people living there while a dark corridor led towards a series of stairs which led to the fourth floor. The fourth floor had no windows but unlike the other levels, was brightly lit. White walls encompassed the place, making the place feel more suffocating and claustrophobic. There were several CCTV cameras planted throughout the whole building, particularly on that floor but none of them were turned on at that moment. At the end of the corridor was a single room. Muffled voices came from the locked room, as if there were several people in it. They were discussing something which was difficult to decipher f

"There were guards to the entrance to the inner sanctum, but when I was left inside there were no guards who were posted outside of his study." "General Tang is a general who has been guarding the border for years. He will have his own methods which he would not want to be known to outsiders. Tomorrow it will be important to see if there are guards posted." "Now I feel silly." "When you went inside the room of his study, did you look up to see where the windows were located?"

It was just simply stupid to the point that I’m the one that reading it felt annoyed. “it all 4 gate that has been destroyed…not only that, the wall were also damaged!!…Hallerusia right now is simply exposed!!…we can’t leave it like this!!..if not all this war will be simply for naught!!..”. (Queen Helen Hallerus)

There was one room in which all of the walls were covered, which would be where she finally would put her toys on. After the men left for their various tasks, I said, "Most of the alterations I made for your Master's use of his lovely slave won't go in until the final finished millwork. I can show you where some of it is going to go though." "Please, sir." I took her around the house and showed her where everything would be going. "Of course, the bedroom will have your bed which has a number of slave additions already, but, I'll be adding a slave cage to this room. It will pull out of the wall right here." We wandered into Bill's office/library. "The library will have both a penitent bench a

Her small body stood in front of the large wall which was built centuries ago with the blood of many people's deaths. It is a large, thick wall which is so tall that the ending is not visible ... It is built into the sky It was magically protected using the blood of the people who died as a sacrifice in the war. This is the first time she has ever seen this from so near. [looks like built by the heavens from the top] she heard some whispers as she moved in front. She crouched down, placing her hands on her knees, and tried to see if she can see anything.

But the dark comforted me, especially when I am upset. There are passageways through the walls. Some of them aren’t good for being tall. I remember a couple times when I first started living in the walls that I bumped my head. But now, I have learned to live downward. My legs and back are always bent. My hands constantly rest on the floor. Sometimes my hands help me move faster. I remind myself of a spider.