Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

Jethro walked behind them with the casual confidence of someone who'd done this a hundred times, but Hart could feel the tension radiating off him through the bond connection that apparently extended to Cole's Beta. "Third floor," the BlackY Wolf said, gesturing toward a freight elevator that looked like it hadn't been inspected since the industrial revolution. "Liam's waiting." "Of course he is," Hart muttered, because apparently supernatural kidnapping came with dramatic flair. The elevator groaned upward with sounds that suggested it might give up and kill them before they even reached Liam, which would be an incredibly anticlimactic way to die. Hart's wrist throbbed where the totem mark

"Give... me... the... ending..." Leo swung the metal pipe, hitting the man's arm with a sickening *crack*. The Shareholder didn't scream. He didn't even flinch. He just looked at his broken arm with confusion, as if the concept of "Pain" hadn't been downloaded into his brain yet. The doors hissed shut. The elevator began to rise. --- ### The Admin Wing The elevator didn't stop at the lobby. It kept going, higher and higher, until the floor indicator showed a level that wasn't on the map: **Level 00**.

Old warning labels peeled on its surface in three different languages; someone had spray‑painted a crude neon skull over them. Multiple thick cables snaked from its underside into the floor and up into the tanks’ bases and tops. “Turn everything off,” Grant said. “Or yank,” the boy offered. “Or,” I said, “we give it just enough of a kick to trip its breaker without frying whatever fuse the elevator’s attached to.” They all stared at me. “What?” I said. “I paid attention the one time my landlord let me into the basement back home.” “Can you do it?” Corvin asked.

The Erasers, caught off-balance by the sudden shift in gravity, were momentarily paralyzed. ​Leo didn't hesitate. He grabbed both Erasers by their neck-plates and slammed them through the glass wall of the elevator. They fell two thousand feet into the neon abyss below, their synthetic screams lost in the wind. ​"Ren! The brakes!" Maya screamed. ​Ren slammed a override command into his terminal. The elevator jerked to a halt just inches from the roof deck, the doors sliding open to reveal the Manta-Class Carrier. ​The Hijacking of the Manta

The darkness enveloped the whole place with few street lights covered here and there but the two Alphas could easily find theytheir easily about with their heightened sight. Alpha Landon led Alpha Nathan to a building that was built just like a hanger for airplanes. He pushed a button at the wall and after a low buzz, the doors opened, giving the men access to the room. They entered the empty room and Alpha Landon led his visitor to the side where the doors of an elevator were fixed. He pressed another button and the doors opened. "Step in Alpha Nathan." Alpha Landon said once he had entered. His guest stepped in and the doors closed. There was just a single button on the war and Alpha Lando

A floor bypass had been authorized. ​Someone was in the elevator. Someone who didn't need a keycard. ​She stood up, her breath hitching as she looked at the monitor. The car was rising. 31... 32... 33... ​It didn't stop at the library. It didn't stop at the executive floor. ​It was coming to thirty-four. ​Bella ran to the hallway, her bare feet silent on the marble. Dante was already there, standing by the elevator doors, a heavy glass paperweight from the hall table in his hand—the only weapon available in a house of glass.

"Answer!" "N-no, dear. You are always right. Always." "Good," she said, then walked out of Veronica's room, holding Veronica's cold sweaty little hand. "It would be much faster if we took the stairs," the man said as he finished locking the door to their apartment. "The elevator can be hacked by the system, and chances are that the enemies using the lift will be very high." "Whatever. I trust you," she said, tightening her grip on her sister, who was trying to affirm that she was all right.

After getting trapped in a malfunctioning elevator with two classmates, my classmate Sheldon couldn't resist running his mouth. He pressed the emergency call button and said, "Sir, you fell for it! We were just pressing it for fun!" "Brats!" The security guard cursed and slammed the phone down. Harvey and I wanted to beat Sheldon up on the spot. Sheldon, however, looked completely unconcerned. "Just press it again." When the call connected again, Sheldon grabbed the chance to speak first. "Hahaha! Sir, it's us again! Why do you keep falling for it?" The security guard lost his temper. "You bunch of kids–" I quickly cut him off. "Sir, don't hang up! The elevator really is malfunctionin

"Smart, lethal, and ruthless. God, Vivian, every time I think you've grown gentle, you show us why we fell in love with you." Before Ethan could respond, the heavy steel doors of the private elevator at the end of the foyer gave a low, mechanical groan. The indicator light above the frame flickered violently from green to amber, signalling a manual emergency override from the floor below. "They're coming up," Alexander warned softly, stepping away from the desk and pulling a dark velvet case from his coat pocket.

"She’s a 'Remainder' now. She can't report back. Her 'Policy' has been voided by the 'Source'." Sarah kicked the door of the skiff open. We were in a massive, underground cavern—the "Loading Dock" for the Space Elevator. Above us, the "Mothership" loomed like a golden star, connected to the Earth by a strand of carbon-nanotube that disappeared into the clouds. "We have to go!" Sarah yelled, pointing to a fleet of "Underwriter" drones descending from the ceiling. "The 'Elevator' is launching in three minutes! If we’re not on it, we’re 'Sanitized'!"