Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

was ours to write. The path forward was no longer defined by survival. It was defined by joy. We were no longer the Trojan Horse; we were the people who had walked out of the wooden belly and decided to build a city of our own. As we walked back toward the elevator, Zander stopped at the control panel. He didn’t press the button for the lobby. He pressed a code I didn’t recognize. The elevator descended, but not to the street. It stopped at the 13th floor—the “Mechanical Floor” that was usually skipped.

“Where does this lead?” Adrian pointed forward. “Service elevator at the end of the corridor.” Lucian frowned. “Elevators during a lockdown?” Adrian replied calmly, “Not a public elevator.” They ran again. Behind them— A loud crash echoed as the stairwell door was forced open. “They’re coming,” Elena whispered. Rowan tightened his grip on her hand. “Keep moving.” They reached the end of the corridor where a small steel elevator door waited. Adrian pressed a hidden panel beside it.

The plan had not accounted for a broken elevator, which meant fourteen flights of stairs with a four-and-a-half-year-old who was, on principle, opposed to being carried but had agreed to it today on the grounds that Patterson was also being carried and Patterson's legs were too short for stairs. Patterson was in Eli's left hand. Eli was on Selene's right hip. They descended fourteen flights together with the particular efficiency of people who had learned to adapt to each other's logistics without discussion. "How many more?" Eli asked, somewhere around the ninth floor. "Five." He considered this. "That's a lot." "It is." "Why is the elevator broken?" "Because things break sometimes." He abs

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.

She braced every muscle in her body, preparing to throw herself at the first mercenary who rounded the corner of the marble island. One second. Suddenly, the heavy, reinforced steel doors of the private elevator at the end of the hallway did not just open. They exploded inward. The deafening blast of breaching charges ripped through the penthouse, completely obliterating the steel doors and sending a massive cloud of concrete dust and smoke billowing into the foyer. Through the thick, swirling smoke, a towering silhouette emerged into the darkness of the living room. It was Julian. He had not waited for the technicians to fix the jammed elevator. He had blown the doors completely off their h

The healer said and hung up. “I could not have said it better myself,” Steve said, impressed. The Trio entered the elevator and as it ascended, Emma was filled with a rage as she tried to control her breathing. The lift was a few floors from the roof before it grinded and jerked violently to a stop. It strained as if something had landed on it. It was Five Head. “It is on the elevator!” Marcus screamed and began to shoot at the ceiling of the lift even though he knew that it was not going to slow down the monster.

I hesitated, looking at the large, calloused palm. "Maya. Come." It was a command, low and vibrating. My body responded before my brain could protest. I took his hand. His skin was fever-hot, a stark contrast to the damp chill of the garage. We took a private elevator that had no buttons, only a biometric scanner. Levi placed his palm against the panel, and the doors slid shut. The ascent was rapid, popping my ears. When the doors opened, I stepped out into a space that stole the breath from my lungs.

“Recruiting kids into this mess…” He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind him with a soft click. The control panel inside only had one button, which Danial pressed. Instantly, the elevator shot downward with impressive speed, making his stomach flip slightly. The walls buzzed around him as it began to shift sideways, the omnidirectional mechanism guiding it through various unseen tunnels. This system never fails to amaze me, Danial thought as the doors slid open again.

"Go to the roof. Get the data to Case. I’m going up." Lydia didn't wait for an answer. She ran back to the elevator. She didn't use the buttons. She placed her hand on the control panel. The violet light flowed from her fingers into the circuitry. The elevator lurched, the numbers on the display spinning until they hit 101.

Just as she began to think her signal in the elevator was too weak to place a call through, an annoyingly loud teenager proved her wrong, walking into the large steel box on the seventh floor while watching I*******m reels on his phone, which was connected to a small Bluetooth speaker dangling from his hip as he pushed the button for the 10th floor. Lola didn’t realize how low her battery was as she kept trying, until her phone ultimately gave up on her entirely. Exasperated beyond comprehension, she leaned on the reflective walls of the elevator, hoping that her trip across the city wasn’t in vain. After all she went through to get here, she could cause a nuclear meltdown if she found out G