God Closes And Opens Doors Novels & Stories

The door was also tightly locked. Rain looked doubtful. "It feels wrong to break down the church door." "Who is going to break down the church door? We're not going to do that," Jace said casually. Jace took a step back, and now he started moving his hands. He dropped his palm on the surface of the tightly closed door. All over, Jace's body appeared like black smoke. The same smoke usually rises from the bodies of the dark forces when they use their magic abilities. The black smoke rose from every surface of Jace's skin, gathered, and began to shroud the church door. The next second, the door suddenly opened with a click, and the hinges creaked.

… After sending Jadon to kindergarten, I headed straight to the monastery and cornered Evan. I said, "Didn't you say that you had nothing to do with your first love? Why didn't you return home last night, then? Didn't you know Jadon has been waiting for you? "Your heart has been astray for a long time, Evan. Jadon cried all night yesterday—I'm done taking chances with your love. I'm giving you two choices—either I leave with Jadon, or Jade does!" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer.

She says, smiling warmly. I nod, my heart skipping a beat. I walk over to her and embrace her. “Thank you for everything.” I say softly. For her guidance above all else… “No, thank you…. For breaking this curse and righting my wrongs.” She replies warmly, hugging me back. We remain like that for a few moments before I step back. I’m about to open a portal when another opens and the Eternal God himself steps through, wearing a black and gold robe. “Not so fast.” He says icily, making me freeze.

He rapped on the cold, hard stone slab, crying, "Open this door, Elder Long!" He heard a short series of clangor coming from the other side, then the stone door began to groan and rumble as it climbed. The doorway was half-opened when suddenly he glimpsed the cold glimmer of a sword slashing at him. Caught by surprise, the Great Immortal could only duck to his side but it was hardly enough; with a sickening crunch, blood fountained from where his left arm used to be and he saw his limb lying helplessly on the ground in a puddle of blood.

He was pulling Elias downward now, walking with the absolute certainty of a compass needle finding north. We reached the bottom. Before us stood a set of double doors forged from solid, unbroken lead and iron. They were completely unadorned. No crests. No wolf symbols. Just absolute, impenetrable containment. In the center of the seam where the doors met, there were three heavy keyholes. Elias stepped forward and inserted his key into the top lock. Isra stepped forward, her hand trembling slightly, and inserted her key into the middle lock. Zane stepped forward and inserted his key into the bottom lock.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

“Look at this.” Myrra leaned in, her breath catching in her throat. The god is not the gate. The god is not the chain. The god is the key. Velora’s eyes widened. “We didn’t seal the door.” Myrra swallowed. “We opened it.” A tremor rattled the room. For a long, terrible moment, neither of them spoke. Then Myrra turned sharply, her pulse pounding in her ears. “We have to find Elior.” But deep in the ruins, it was already too late.

Ruined. And through it all — a deep voice echoed from within him now. "The gate has opened." Kael’s eyes fluttered and deep inside him, the gods anchored not just to fuck him, but to live in him. Kael couldn’t move. The altar beneath him was slick with seed. His belly pulsed with divine heat, swollen, glowing faintly gold. His thighs trembled where they fell open, hole still leaking from the gods who had used him. His lips were raw. His breath shallow.

The symbol glowed faintly, and the light spread along the lines connecting it to the earth symbol. Claud pressed the earth symbol next, and it too began to glow. They continued in this manner, pressing the life symbol, then the fire symbol, and finally the ash symbol. With each press, the light grew brighter, spreading through the entire pattern. When the last symbol was pressed, the entire door began to hum with energy. The carvings shifted, the lines of light converging in the center of the door. There was a loud click, and the door creaked open, revealing a long, narrow corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity.

As disturbing as that thought should be, it brings me nothing but comfort. I look to the end of the ballroom, my heart skipping several beats as that energy intensifies. A moment later, the grand double doors are pushed open, and stepping over the threshold without a single care is none other than Azadou himself. The God of Malice. The Demon God. My animai.