Hordeng Pintu Depan Novels & Stories

Chapter 110 The Forge As Tritan, Finrir, and Naida approached the end of the alley, they were met with a sight that captured their attention—a large shop with no front wall, only a bar-like counter stretching from one end to the other, leaving the interior visible and open. Beyond the counter lay a bustling work area where four skilled mermen were diligently crafting their creations around a central wall. The wall, not perfectly round but built around a natural formation, exuded an aura of rugged elegance. It extended around the back like an irregular well, with the mermen moving gracefully amidst their craft, adding an artistic touch to the workshop's ambiance.

Her door was painted light blue. Harold stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. “Let’s see what you’re hiding,” he whispered. Then he twisted the knob gently, expecting it to be locked. But to his surprise, it wasn’t, because serena had forgotten to lock it. At that, a small smile formed on his lips, and he muttered. “Lucky me.”

The basement air was stale, smelling of mold and old wine. Park, limping and flanked by Min and Baek, led them to a heavy steel door behind the wine racks. There was a keypad. "Open it," Min ordered, pressing the gun to Park’s spine. Park punched in the code. 7-7-1-9. The heavy bolts retracted with a groan, and then the door swung open. Min’s heart was in his throat. This was it. The end of the nightmare.

I nodded, “yes ma’am.” “Okay. We’re here,” she said and stop right in front of the silver door. the texture of the door shouts luxuriousness and its design is fantastic. There were two guards on both sides and one guard opened it for us. Ms. Dory said thank you and I just bow my head.

Survive. The back door clicks shut. The house goes quiet in that eerie, vacuum-sealed way that only happens right before violence. I take a breath I don’t feel. Then I step forward. The metal security door rattles as I unlock it. Thick bars. Reinforced hinges. We installed it years ago because Hour insisted. Because he’d grown up knowing doors were never just doors. Behind it is the front door—also metal. Cold. Heavy. No decorative glass. No welcome mat energy. Just function. I open the security door. The second I touch the handle of the front door, it slams inward.

“Pontefract residence. May I ask who is calling?” Khaldun introduced himself. “Very good, sir,” said the voice. “Can you please park at the front of the house.” There was a clunk, then a click, and Khaldun watched as the huge gates opened inwards, accompanied by a series of rattles and squeaks. It took a minute to drive up to the hall. The building loomed from behind a line of oak trees, its squared corner turrets making the most of its heritage with added pennants. There was a large circle in front of the main entrance, and in the centre of it, a stone fountain shaped in the image of a great fish rising from sculpted gouts of water, sent an incessant, arcing cascade from its mouth and into

He looked at Tommy with a nod. “You look very beautiful, America, congratulations to Vicky, it seems that she took care. "Thank you," I smiled politely. • It literally looked like a fortress, its gardens were enormous, there was an entrance where there were small lights similar to lighthouses all along the shore until you reached the main door. At the entrance there were two statues of tigers opening their jaws, it was a three”story house, a giant garage, I could see that there was a room inside it full of cars with a hood on top of each one.

This was no ordinary portal; it was a gateway fortified by the latest security measures. At first glance, it appeared seamless—a sleek surface devoid of handles or keyholes. Yet, at Landon's approach, the door seemed to awaken. A soft beep resonated a signal that triggered a response from the electronic guardian. The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath.

That was where War’s End was located. “Bring out the dyes!” the foreman cried at the workers’ attention. “I want those warheads on the left marked with Dragonhearts’ insignia. Jormungand’s on the right. We have until tomorrow afternoon to finish everything.” He turned to his subordinates. “And bring some prisoners here, just in case.”

When I step out, he opens the door for Blue, helping her down as well. “Thank you,” she says in her small voice, and my heart warms at the polite young lady I have raised. Elias leads us to the front door, and as he keys in the default code on the security system, I take in my surroundings. The front porch is spacious, with white columns supporting an overhanging roof. A beautiful pendant light hangs above the entrance, casting a soft glow. The double doors are made of dark wood with silver detailing, and potted plants are neatly arranged on either side.