Games Like Red Door Yellow Door Novels & Stories

I was so lost that it was bringing back the horrible childhood memories of getting lost in the maze of mirrors at the county festival that came to town every year. We finally came up to these huge double doors. They looked to be made of red oak, with very intricate details carved into them. One door had what looked to be demons and the other door had what looked like angels or goddess on it. Both looking at each other like they were charging at each other, getting ready for a battle.

Darker. It was for my own selfish interests. Most of the doors were the usual colors. Soft blues for peaceful dreams, gentle greens for nature-inspired fantasies, warm yellows for happy memories. Some pulsed with brighter light, indicating particularly vivid dreams. Others were darker, showing the troubles their dreamers were processing. But one door caught my attention immediately. It was bright red. Not the soft red of roses or the warm red of sunset, but the harsh, violent red of fresh blood. The door pulsed like a heartbeat, and I could feel waves of guilt radiating from it even from across the cloudy space.

The hallway stretched ahead, lined with doors under soft glows of red, blue, and purple. “These are the themed rooms,” he said. “The colors tell you what’s inside. First up—red. The voyeur rooms. For people who like to watch… or be watched.” One open door pulled my attention. Inside, a couple was going at it while a few others looked on. I snapped my gaze away, cheeks heating. “No need to look away. They want an audience,” Liam murmured, his arm slipping around tighter around my waist. “Maybe later. What’s with the blue doors?” I asked, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck.

Abruptly, my feet zoomed to a dark black floor and I came face to face with three doors. The middle one of the RED color, the left one of BLUE color and the right one also the last one of PINK color. "Uh... what do these doors want me to do?" I asked, hoping someone could answer for me. Nothing. Just complete silence. "Am I in Xavier's mind or something? And what do these colors represent of?" I walked closer to the RED door but it screamed danger. "Maybe not this one." I mumbled, about to pass away from it but curiosity got the best of me.

But the most important question is: which is the door we should go through? Gary looks at Lucifron. His Luna was smarter than him. He was stressing about the number of doors, and he had forgotten the most important thing. What is the right door? He looked around. All the doors looked the same, occupying the 4 corners of the room. The door leading to the underworld was black, most of the other doors were white. Mostly, because one of the doors was red, and this one was immediately opposite the black door. - It seems too easy, like a trap. – Gary says, looking at the red door.

Taking one slow step to meet up with me, we continued down the hall. One step closer to being friends, check! We finally reached the family wing. These doors were huge, black with a hint of red. Demons are displayed on each of the panels and gold trim around each door. “You know my room.” Loki pointed to his door. His door had a dark green hue to it. “That’s Lucifer’s door,” he pointed to the room beside his. His door was the same as most of the others, dark with a hint of red. No personality on the door like Loki’s.

“Yes Van, and because you are the only one that can see me, we lured you and your friends in the restricted hallway…” “And test us in your world,” Cara interrupted. From the sound of it, they are like rats being caught for lab experiments. “Again, we’re sorry that we have to put you into this, but we have to admit that you did pretty well. The worlds you entered are meant to trap people with neither brains nor discipline. But you and your friends are sharp enough to go through the Room of Doors, the Enchanted Staircase, that False Ravine and the Maze of Mirrors,” Ana explained.

She responded, grinning, “This is only but a game.” “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “There are two doors, one leads to Melonie and the other leads to Bruno, Othello, Lavanya, Clara, Arlo, Queen Manon and Alpha Vargus.” She announced. “You can only choose one door, who would you go for Arwan? Your lover, or your family?” “So I was the game all along? And you are saying that I can only go into one door, one leads to Melonie and the other leads to the rest people?” I muttered in disappointment.

She and the Smiths were at each other's throats like a wild dog fight. Matthew was looking at years behind bars. I had moved on from all that drama a while back. I had been busy launching the new game I helped make. It was all about love and getting even, and even though it was for a pretty specific crowd, people were loving it. Today, Edwin threw a big party to celebrate the game's success. Right there, with everyone watching, he got down on one knee. "You remember that last question I asked you in our interview? Got an answer yet?"

"Paano kung modus lang 'to? Paano kung may masamang balak lang pala sa akin ang Gabriel Anderson na 'yon? Hay. Bahala na nga." At the end of the barely lit hall, there was a glass door, flat and shiny. She's guessing that it was one of those one-way mirror doors, you can see who's outside but you can't see who's inside. She walked towards the door, staring at her reflection. Her little red dress seems to stand out. She's the only one with real colors on. (Black and white are not real colors. They just represent light and dark/shadow.) "Wow! Automatic door," She whispered.