Fourth Wall Novels & Stories

Whoever held us wanted something, and he wanted it badly enough to wait. I drank. I paced. I counted the bricks until the count reached four hundred. Then the far wall brightened. I hadn't noticed the glass. It had looked like plain stone until a light came on behind it, and now a window stood where the wall had been, thick as my forearm, bolted at every corner. A man stood on the other side.

Adrian asked. Elias didn’t answer. Zara took the paper from him. Her eyes fell on the final line. THE FOURTH CHILD WAS NEVER BORN. A cold silence filled the room. Then, somewhere behind the wall, a baby’s cry echoed through the chamber. Once. Twice. Then a voice whispered through the darkness. “Because she was taken before they could record her.” Mira looked toward the wall. Zara slowly stepped backward. “Who said that?” Nobody answered. The stone wall began to open.

"Look at the fourth door." The fourth door stood in the middle of the row. Along its seam, where the door met the hill, the black wax I had seen on the token was leaking. Real wax, thick and glossy, running down the stone in slow dark lines. A crack was spreading upward from the base, thin as a hair. "It is beginning," Rhen said. "Already." Dorian grunted and staggered. I caught his elbow. His face had gone grey, sweat running down his temples, and his eyes were fixed on the door as though someone had pinned them there.

She took a slow sip of wine, letting the warmth spread through her chest. Then, with the casual indifference of someone checking the weather, she tapped the remote control on the table.The massive wall of monitors flickered to life.Camera 4 showed the main gate. The thermal overlay painted the world in shades of blue and black, the cold night air rendering everything invisible except for the faint, rapidly cooling signature of a human body huddled at the base of the concrete pillar.

She is always so understanding, she deserves to be reminded just how special she is. I smash through my fourth wall, a hit of adrenaline pumping through my blood. Then another And another. Until finally, I reach the final barrier standing between us and those fucking weasels. I attack a code scrambler to tear down the wall and start the locator program to read the open pathway. The moment waiting for the code to be interrupted feels like time is slowing, like life is moving at the speed of a backwards crawling snail. Suddenly, my second monitor pings and the extremist group that airs these “shows” lights up with a new announcement.

“We need to get there first.” Vance sighed. “Of course you two were going to say that.” Clara looked at him. “You knew they would.” “Yes.” “Then why argue?” “Because occasionally I enjoy pretending I’m the reasonable one.” She smiled. “Occasionally?” “Don’t push it.” Julian raised his weapon. “We move together.” No one objected. ⸻ The passage beneath Vault Four was older than anything Maya had seen inside Bloodmoon. The walls were carved from black stone. Not constructed.

The figure's skin rippled. Its face became blank. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Just smooth skin. Then an enormous eye opened in the center of its face. Hazel recoiled. The creature whispered: “The Fourth.” The opening beneath them exploded. A shockwave tore through the room. Everyone hit the floor. The creature disappeared. The darkness beneath the command center began spreading. Not physically. It moved like ink through water. Black veins traveled across the concrete. Every line pointed toward Hazel. Claire fired at one.

One Pangu Axe was not enough. "You use the Pangu Axe to support the two sides first. In this way, the shrinking speed of the two sides will suddenly slow down, and in this process, you will inevitably be able to open up a little gap with the other four walls." "I was wondering if it was because the six walls were sealed too tightly that the space was too sealed." "Think about it. In the past, when we were at home, sometimes the wall was too thick and the door was closed. The signal on the wall was equivalent to disappearing. Is it possible now?"

She replies excitedly for me to continue working at that wall and then focus on the next wall. As I continue to focus on the walls, I feel sweat on my brow. I know I am making progress. As I reach the fourth wall, lowering them all halfway, I see a brightness that looks like it contains something of importance. I stop for a moment and look at Miranda. She is beaming. “You see the lights, don’t you?” she asks me. “I see brightness. What is it?” I ask softly.

Franz shouted while shooting at the glass wall, but it was useless because it was so thick and bullet-proof. Behind Smith's army, a bullet-proof glass wall also emerged from the ground and enclosed the area in a rectangular box made of transparent glass. It was too late when they noticed a glass wall rose behind them. They were too focused on the glass wall in front of them. Smith's troops were confined and locked tightly in the glass box like insects in a glass aquarium. "What is this? Shoot the glass wall until it shatters!" Franz Smith ordered frantically. Several members of Smith's squad who had noticed the barrier in front of them tried to shoot.