Hordeng Pintu Depan Novels & Stories

"There's a small logo. 'Safety Glass. Tempered'." "Good. It won't shard. It will crumble." "Comforting." Elion moved to the second door. "Door two. Same lock. Same glass." He locked it. "Door three?" "Check the hinge pins," Cale said. "Are they on the inside or the outside?" Elion checked. "Inside." "Good. They can't be popped from the garden." Elion locked the third door. He closed the drapes, ensuring there wasn't a single gap of light showing.

Plus, Rosa has a baseball cap to protect her fair skin from the harsh rays of the sun. “Ready?” I ask as they reach the bottom and we all head to the door. Stepping outside, you can hear the kids from the next door all screaming and laughing. It seems the party is in full swing. Walking to the gates at the end of the driveway, we leave the gates and head in the direction of the party. The houses all look similar, but then again, they have to be big enough to house a horde of dragons plus their young. We approach an open gate and walk in, ringing the doorbell. The door opens and a man in a penguin suit answers before he bows to us.

I couldn't hear human voices, but the chirping of birds was audible. The two-story house had a different vibe; it wasn't scary. I ended up in the front yard where the main door was located. I immediately noticed the design of the main door—symmetrical with glass on both sides, though only in a small portion. The upper part of the door also had glass, occupying about one-fourth of its height.

Jai looked at Hayate sharply, who stared back at him with another glare. A while later, they had moved to the backroom. It turned out to be more spacious and in a lower ground. Jai figured that that part was dug lower in its making. There are two single doors and one double door that looks like the smaller version of a barn door. And all of them are currently closed. Jai figured that the big door is how Hi-kun entered the building, because surely it won’t fit coming through the front door.

I say. Glancing around the building I see that the main entrance is guarded by four guys. I’m assuming they’ll constantly have four guys on that door, so the front door is completely out. I know this place has got to have a rear entrance, so I look towards the back and spy a back door that only has one guard. I’m thinking it could be a potential exit point. I’m also seeing a heap of windows on the first floor. I’m going to go with the far back window in the corner; it will be our entry point.

Erik answered. Hrolf halted in his steps just a few walks away from the huge door which had a huge lion head decoration on it. "Who else knows about this?" "Gasper'' " Aside you and Gasper I mean," Hrolf stared at Erik, waiting for his answer. Erik's attention went to the huge door before turning back to Hrolf. "Me and Gasper, I am not sure if anyone else knows about it aside from us," he answered. Hrolf took large strides toward Erik.

They where neatened into square hedges, no sign of any jutting out branches or leaves. The entry way was a large stone arch that held to doors shaved down and fitted to the odd shape. Large brass knockers where dawned on each door, a way to signal to the people inside that there where guests. The red paint on the door, seemed to be chipping away with the change of seasons and many days of storms it had to wether. The many windows that lined the buildings, all had black painted shutters and where closed tightly. Not an ounce of light could be seen through them.

I asked, hoping to change the subject. “No, that place is a fortress,” Ben grumbled. “I mean, seriously, who has an entire hedge of wolfsbane surrounding their house. The front gate has camera’s, motion sensors, and who knows what else, and the only path in from the rear has a large, armored door keeping everyone out. And from the scents I was smelling back there, I would say that Roland still takes more than a few runs.”

Garmr watches her catch up with them before continuing our journey. At the end of the track is the largest longhouse that I’ve ever seen. The large dog in front of us ducked his head and entered with his ears and fur lightly grazing the lintel at the top. We walk through together and there is plenty of space between us and either doorpost. We cross the threshold of the hall, Fallanda Forað, and I know that we must be careful. Entering her hall, Éljúðnir, holds a dangerous pitfall here at the entrance. It is a reminder that none of us can escape death.

The air stank of smoke and blood. Behind them, the horn sounded again. Louder. Closer. Eryndor’s reinforcements had arrived. The iron doors of the inner keep slammed shut behind them, shaking the stone walls as the great locking bar dropped into place. Wolves shoved their shoulders against the wood, bracing it as the first battering strike from outside thundered through the hinges.