Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

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

The heavy brass tumblers spun wildly under the impact, throwing a brilliant shower of yellow sparks into the smoke. "They brought a portable breaching charge," Aisha hissed, her back pressed against the granite structure. Her charcoal trench coat was shredded at the hem, and a fresh line of crimson was dripping from a graze on her cheekbone, but her amber eyes were wider than I had ever seen them—blazing with a terrifying, wild ecstasy. She checked her sidearm, her bare fingers moving with a cold, mechanical detachment. "Your uncle didn't bypass the mountain security, Elara. He blew the main elevator shaft’s counterweights. They dropped from the ceiling." "He said to kill you," I whispered,

With a single, powerful lift of his broad shoulders, he hoisted my body out of the stalling elevator box, pulling me across the threshold and slamming me hard against his chest as we tumbled onto the solid concrete floor of the stairwell. The elevator car behind us let out a final, cataclysmic mechanical shriek. The remaining cables snapped with a sound like a rifle shot, and the massive titanium box plummeted into the bottomless black void of the shaft, the distant, crushing explosion of its impact echoing up from the basement levels seconds later.

Not a Vance camera. "Silas Vance isn't the only tech genius in this city," Marco murmured. "I bought the building’s security override three hours ago. The Petrovs failed to finish the job at your estate, so I’ve decided to handle the extraction myself. Look at the service elevator, Lyra." Across the room, the heavy steel doors of the industrial freight elevator let out a sharp, electronic chime. The digital floor indicator above the frame began to flash, counting down from the lobby level.

“I'm coming with you.” “You're injured.” “I've spent seven years waiting for my daughter to discover the truth.” He took her hand. “I'm not letting you face it alone.” Celeste nodded. They entered the elevator together. Lucien pressed the button. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. Still nothing. Then Celeste noticed a biometric scanner. She placed her hand against it. The elevator doors closed. GENETIC AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED. The elevator began descending. Past Level -17. Past the known foundations of the facility.

I turn to him, brow raised, lips twitching with an unspoken warning. He catches it quickly and raises both palms in mock surrender. “Alright. You don’t have to answer that. I’ll call the pilot.” “You do that,” I nod, squinting my eyes, already thinking about Ivy. ******************************************************************** The elevator recognizes me before I even touch the panel and the sleek doors glide open like it knows I don’t have the patience for delays today. I step in, and the system automatically whisks me upward—past the office floors, past the private lounges, and straight to the top floor.

There is not enough height for a werewolf to be able to jump and to cause enough damage to get from one-floor level to the one above or below they are on in order to escape either. Each and every elevator, in this manner, is highly programmed to go from the hospital level down to an available security level and back up. A red-door elevator cannot be accessed from a single level alone. If a werewolf were to kill their escort, they would literally be trapped there and no one else would be able to access them. It literally takes a lot of control on the Human Side as well as the Werewolf Side to ensure that the rant is tended to properly and no harm is done to their escort. I knew all of this in

A rusted metal cage stood hidden behind stacks of old crates. It looked abandoned. Lucien inspected the controls. “No power.” Alexander crouched beside the wall. “There should be a manual override.” He removed a loose brick. Reached inside. Pulled a hidden lever. The ancient machinery groaned to life. Lights flickered overhead. The elevator shuddered. Vivienne raised an eyebrow. “I’m impressed.” Alexander smiled faintly. “My father hated obvious entrances.” The doors slowly opened. Inside… A single elevator. Large enough for all four of them.

"Your father has the elevators locked down from the top. He’s using the emergency override." "Not for long," Elena said, stepping toward the control panel. She pulled a small device from her pocket—a hardware bypass she had built in the penthouse workshop—and jammed it into the elevator’s maintenance port. "He thinks he owns the hardware. He forgot I own the soul of this building."

The facility's primary reactors downstairs were already imploding, the walls around us groaning as structural steel beams began to snap like toothpicks. We reached the end of the hall. The primary elevator doors were locked tight, a heavy red emergency seal blinking across the control panel. "It's jammed!" I shouted, coughing violently as the emerald gas from the lower canals began to filter up through the floor vents. "It's not jammed for me," Dominic growled. He stepped up, jamming his clawed fingers directly into the seam of the heavy tytanium elevator doors, his biceps bulging as he used every ounce of his remaining Alpha strength to rip the doors completely off their tracks.