Hordeng Pintu Depan Novels & Stories

Havermouth, Present Time They entered through the front door and Heath paused by the hall stand to take everyone’s jackets and the umbrellas as they entered. There was a flurry of activity as the items transferred from Aislen’s house to the river house were redistributed. “What do I do with… this?” Cameron regarding the wine box that he held in confusion.

And at night, we could light the fire and our my own little camping experience while still having all the comforts of home nearby. His words send a thrill through me, but before I can respond, we've reached the porch steps. We climb them together, and I run my free hand along the smooth wooden railing, marveling at the craftsmanship. When we reach the front door, I can't help but admire its beauty. It's a solid wooden door, intricately carved with a design that seems to echo the surrounding forest – leaves, vines, and what looks like a majestic wolf hidden among the foliage. He reaches for the handle, an antique-looking brass piece that fits perfectly with the overall aesthetic of the house.

On the center of the door was a symbol: A wolf swallowing the sun. And beneath it, etched in laser-cut letters: FENRIS - POLAR OUTPOST ONE RESTRICTED ACCESS: ALPHA CLEARANCE ONLY "We found it," Jack whispered, staring at the gate. "The front door." "Great," Ben said, looking at the smooth metal surface. "No keyhole. No keypad. No doorbell. How do we get in? Knock?" "We don't knock," Jack said, his eyes hard. "We ring the bell." Suddenly, the ground shook.

Long, leaf covered vines strung the expanse of at least two thirds of the entire building. A large wooden sign that read ‘TwentyOne’ in large Old English lettering that was burned into the wood, hung off a set of chains that were centered across the top peak above the door. The door itself looked to be oak, and it was completely solid. There was a large iron knocker in the center of the door that looked like a Griffin.

A canopy of verdant leaves looms above, curious beams of sunlight sift through the leaves as if trying to glimpse us, new visitors. On the horizon, a Hades-black gate soars and lengthens in height. I spot a security booth in the left-hand corner in front of the entry, two armed guards manning the booth are outfitted in a burgundy uniform. Dad slows the car to a halt, right before the tall iron gates. Both bristle and unwelcoming with a row of wrought thorns on its head, except for the letter moulded into the centre. A. Dad’s window slides down halfway and soon a man’s head appears behind it, a military-looking gun positioned across his chest, so large it occupies both hands.

“Then we run again.” Harrowford appeared around midday—a cluster of stone cottages with slate roofs, a central well, a blacksmith’s forge sending up thin smoke, and a single longhouse that looked like it doubled as tavern and meeting hall. No walls. No guards at the edges. Just people going about their day: women hanging laundry, children chasing chickens, an old man sharpening tools on a whetstone. Genesis pulled his hood lower. “Stay quiet. Let me speak.” We walked in like we belonged.

We walked along with the dense sugar cane fields, and far ahead, we could see a simple housing owned by residents. "Curious...!" She said curtly but then burst out laughing. I was annoyed by the answer, but I held back my hands... to grab the girl's two ponytails ... exasperated. There was seen in front of us a stone gate, the top of which had faded writing. The houses of residents are lined up neatly and are well-groomed filled with plants, flowers, and colorful shrubs in each yard of each house. At each entrance to the resident's house, there are two small stones on the right and left. A small stone painted white and inscribed with the numbers “19” on the right and “45” on the left.

Around the back, from what I could see, there was a big garden stretching out with a view on the next house. Mrs Ruth approached the door and we followed her. Now that we approached the front door, I could see the front was supported by four white pillars. The door was made out of three big glass pieces and was in black. I have to admit, as we drove here it hadn't been quite pretty. You didn't see the front of the house when you drove up the street but rather the side of it, which was completely white and only showed one small window and some small part of the front along with the garage.

He gave a stiff nod and then gestured her forward and for her to follow behind him. It should already be 1 pm or maybe 12? Then how early did he leave his house just to come pick her up? Halle stare at the man’s back deep in thought as she walked closely behind him. They finally reached the front door, what surprised Halle more than the simplicity of the mansion was the fact that there were no security guards stationed at the gate or even the front door. There was no handle on the front door, only a pad. Iris recognition? The man in front of her pushed his palm against the pad and it came alive with a bright green light and then a sound that sounded like the ding of a bell.

the man guarding one of Throndsen's four large gates said with a joyful smile. "These people are going to be my apprentices and this chariot is our vehicle," he replied with a boyish grin. The golden large gate of Throndsen consists of four divided doors with different sizes. The door on the left side for the nobles was the largest. The door on the right side for the poor was the smallest. The door near the poor's door was for every traveler. While the door near the nobles' door was for the high-profile people of the society. If Luna’s master was right with what she wrote, this should be how it was.