Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

“So if we reach it ” “We can stop the cascade manually,” Cole finished. “But it has to be done before the timer hits zero.” Jackson grabbed Savannah’s arm. “Then we go.” Cole moved quickly toward the far wall and touched a barely visible panel. A hidden elevator door slid open. “Harrison doesn’t know I still have access,” Cole said. “But he will if we don’t move now.” Savannah stepped inside. The elevator was narrow, metallic, and cold a stark contrast to the luxury above. Jackson entered behind her, his presence filling the confined space with silent urgency.

Confused, Larissa wanted to know why, but she held back and did not ask. They kept walking forward until they stopped before a single elevator. It was stuck on the first floor, and the number never changed. "This is Mr. Rogers' private elevator," Dylan explained. "It can only be unlocked with his fingerprint." Kevan placed his right pointer finger on the fingerprint reader near the elevator doors, and they opened with a ding. The group entered the elevator at once, and Kevan pressed the button for the 45th floor before retreating to the corner of the car.

“Zoom in. That guy—he’s wearing a technician’s uniform, but I don’t recognize his face.” “Send this to Marcus. Track him. I want to know who he is,” Hunter ordered. “But sir… what about the elevator?” “If you can’t override it through the system, then open it manually!” --- Not long after, two engineers pried open the elevator doors on the eighth floor with heavy tools. Slowly, the doors creaked apart, revealing Evalina slumped on the floor. Hunter appeared behind the engineers and jumped down into the lift. “Evalina!” he called out, rushing toward her.

Two of Kael’s wolves flanked him, growling. The elevator stopped at the 50th floor, and the doors slid open slowly. He was ready to pull the trigger, but the elevator was empty save for a wheelchair where a dummy in a suit sat. There was a note pinned to its chest. Cautiously, he approached the dummy and poked it. Nothing happened, so he grabbed the note. I AM NOT IN THE ELEVATOR. LOOK UP. Aser looked up. The access hatch in the ceiling of the elevator car was open, and pouring through it was a thick, gray smoke.

He moved with silent, lethal efficiency—hand already on the weapon hidden beneath the side table. He opened the elevator’s security panel. Blocked. Jammed from the outside. Someone forced it. He pushed Elena gently behind the marble column. “Don’t move.” The elevator dinged again. The doors slid open. Empty. But a single object lay on the floor of the elevator: A small, burnt music box. Elena gasped—the same melody echoing in her memories, the lullaby she couldn’t place. Holden reached it first. He kicked it lightly—checking for explosives.

"Of course there's an elevator, how else are we gonna get down there? And, you're about to find out what an elevator is." Caleb pulls open a curtain, revealing the elevator. "There you are. Man, it's been years! I think I should still be able to operate this thing," he says as he pushes some buttons on the panel and gets in. We all squeeze ourselves into the elevator with him and he cusses under his breath as the elevator goes down. Travis wows all through the elevator ride. When it stops, we come out and find ourselves in Carly's hideout. It looks like a regular hideout for bad guys, just a little more fancy. Carly shows up with a sinister smile playing on her lips. "I have been expecting y

Blanchett said apologetically, appearing at his elbow despite Jester’s nimble movement. He stopped in his tracks. “What? Is it broken?” “No, sir. It’s just that we have assigned a private lift to access the Penthouse Level. This way please.” Blanchett led him to the rightmost lift, and gestured to a palm-scanner by the door. Jester put his palm against it, and the lift doors slid open. He stepped inside. “Wait,” he said, as the man made to leave. “I have a question. Does all of this happen to have anything to do with Alisa Vega?”

Sliding the panel to the side, Grant moves to summon the elevator with the use of his hand, a digital lock scanning his hand before sliding it open with a ding. Whoa. Surprised by the metal contraption that looked like a cage, Lucus, Grant and I each slowly move to enter the elevator before Lucus presses a button. A button with the number 3 lighting up upon the panel before moving to take us to it. Now suddenly remembering that I wasn’t allowed up to this floor when I first came across it by accident.

"Nyx likes the weight. It feels much better than the silk we wore in that den of vipers last Tuesday." "Because the silk was a lie to make the coordinators feel safe, Elara," I murmured, leaning down until my lips pressed a hard, possessive brand against the brand on her throat, making her gasp softly as the golden wire bridging our hearts pulled perfectly tight. "The vipers are dead in the sub-levels, and the politicians have officially run out of air. Let’s go take the seat." We ascended back down to the fourth floor via the high-clearance executive lift, the mechanical transit moving with a smooth, silent speed that felt like the calm before a thunderstorm.

He nodded toward a set of double steel doors at the far end of the garage. “The private elevator goes straight to the top,” he said, his voice flat. “let's go.” I walked beside him, my broken heel clicking sharply against the polished concrete. Pavel walked behind us, carrying my two black trash bags like they were expensive luggage. It was a bizarre, humiliating sight. We stepped into the elevator. Kieran pressed his thumb against a biometric scanner on the wall, and the panel glowed blue. The doors slid shut smoothly, and the elevator began to rise rapidly, the numbers on the digital display skipping up to the penthouse floor.