Hide Doors Novels & Stories

Damian said to him Darius smiled at him and looked away. Damian got up and decided to leave when he realized that he didn’t have an exist to he decided to take a walk when he saw it, his house. He had totally forgotten that he actually had a place back at the central. He walked in and walked up to his room. He found the door locked. That was unusual. Every other place had given him access to enter but his own room was locked. He pushed hard against the door but it wasn’t budging. He heard someone groan inside

says Syl, "but we will. I'm going to save my Machiv." "Right," I say with a nod, just as determined as him. We go along the wall more, and stop as a spot where Hala says. Sure enough, hidden behind several gardenia bushes that grow close together to hide it, is a small metal door, barely over one foot. It might have one-and-a-half, but it should be a squeeze before we get to go in. We look carefully through the small gate, but the opening on the other side is shielded by an entire group of trees, shrubs, bushes, and vines.

He stood up, “Let’s go.” He followed me as I hurried and as soon as I got near the door, I hit the button and the secret door opened and I rushed inside quickly shutting the door behind me only not in time. He cursed as he squeezed through before the door slid in place. I scrambled up the stairs and slapped my hand on the plate next to the door at the top. Good thing Gabe had programmed it for me. I ran through slapping the plate on the outside. The door shut before Rob was able to get through. He begins to slam against the door to try and get to me.

I'm going to look for that house alone and everything will be more difficult. "Shit..." He sighed resting his hand on his head and gathering his hair. "Okay, I'll help you." I tried to hide the smile. "The first thing you need to know is where they probably hid Elija. There are two doors underground of the house. The first room is where we keep any kind of tool. Normal utensils even silver. But the door is incredibly reinforced and has a password. I doubt they know it. 5589 keep that number in case you need it. But only in case you really need it. 5589. "Repeated.

[Gia's POV] As Death pulled the lever, the sound of grinding mechanisms filled the air as several doors were unlocked and revealed hidden chambers scattered throughout the room. Each door was a different size and shape, some adorned with intricate carvings while others were plain and worn. The doors all led to dark, foreboding tunnels and halls, leading to unknown destinations. The chamber doors opened one by one, revealing dark, hooded figures emerging into the room. The reapers were cloaked in black, their faces hidden in shadow.

The heavy metallic door clicked shut, its echo reverberating through the dimly lit corridor, a chilling finality that made Cathleen's skin prickle with unease. As it thudded closed, it seemed to sever her connection to the outside world, plunging her into Xavier's enigmatic realm. The sound of the latch sliding into place signaled an irrevocable commitment to whatever awaited inside. The door itself was a formidable barrier, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to whisper stories of past encounters within these walls. Each scratch and dent told a silent tale of secrets and desires hidden behind its imposing facade.

He scrambled to retrieve the phone, his breath hitching as he tried messaging me instead, but only exclamation marks flashed on the screen. Panic clawed at his chest. He tore downstairs and sped home, but the empty house greeted him like a tomb. I had been long gone, and my beloved specimens had vanished from the shelves, too. The relentless ticking of the clock was the only sound, a cruel reminder that this wasn't some nightmare he could wake from. His mind went blank, grasping for anything to hold onto. Then he remembered the invitation I had thrown at him, one that he had dismissed as a childish jab.

But then I see it. A doorknob — partly hidden behind one of the bookcases. My stomach drops. What the hell? It’s a door. A full door, tucked behind the shelf like someone needed it to be kept a secret. I’ve lived here for a whole year. How have I never seen this? Why would he hide a door? I glance back toward the exit… then at the hidden door. I choose the door. The shelf isn’t heavy. I shift it just enough to slide through. The door creaks open. And the moment I step inside, I know I’ve made a mistake.

The slide of a heavy metal deadbolt unlocking. The brass doorknob turned. The door slowly pulled open.