Infinity Castle Door Novels & Stories

The floor of the dimly lit hallway was covered with an icky carpet that looked like it carried several diseases. We walked the hall until we stopped at a door where yelling could be heard from behind it. The door was off-white with the number 709 scrawled on it with a black marker. Lacy offered me a half-hearted smile as her uncle knocked at the door. The yelling from the apartment drowned out his knocking so he banged at the door continuously until someone flung the door open.

impatient to see her. Kaiya grunts softly on the other side, and I can hear her digging her feet into the tiles, trying to shift the massive door. I really need to have the doors replaced with more modern versions, but I like the originals – the familiarity of the castle is comforting. It gives me a sense of order in an ever-changing world of chaos. The squeal of the rusty old hinges echoes through the living room and finally the door groans open. “What’s with these doors?” she asks me straight away. “You can’t oil a hinge?”

The only clean thing to be seen is a car, a top-end model, new and freshly waxed but with the tyres splashed green by the filthy water. The red-brick walls of the building itself are black at the base, glistening green above, and dark-glazed windows are barred on the outside. There is only one door, solidly constructed in steel although rusted in places. There is no handle, just a lock; large, heavy-duty, intended to deter. Unsure, Mitch hovers. This isn't what she expected. What did she expect? A breeze ruffles her hair. With the smallest of whines, the door swings slightly ajar. A black slot beckons inside.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

I ask, tilting my head curiously. "Eighteen." "Hey, Dominic and Katie," Zack calls to us over his shoulder. "The doors are opening." Dominic takes my hand, and we dart ahead to catch up, stopping to watch the enormous, sparkling gates slowly unfold. Something white and massive shimmers beyond the gates, and I stretch my neck to get a better look. It's a castle, but not just any castle-this one reaches all the way around the golden wall on a hill, with an entire city below.

I did notice the metal pins on all their outfits, golds, silvers, and bronzes. Maybe a ranking system, I thought as I once again had to run past a line of bowing servants to catch up with Alexander. I panted heavily, my legs trembling by now from nervousness and exhaustion Finally though, just as I caught up to him, the tension in my body having reached peak heights, he had stopped in front of a gorgeous walnut wood gate. I stopped myself from running straight into his back, gazing at the doorway in awe. It looked just like the antique furniture I’d seen in the historical museum Dad used to take me to. Even down to the intricate carvings of howling wolves. Except this door had a golden insig

Haden "There are three guards patrolling the hallway that contain Elias's room in the western wing," Alan says as we crouch in a small broom closet. There is a tablet on his lap, and he's connected to the camera feed in his security room via it. As of now, the hostiles have taken over the entire eastern wing. Before they could continue to the western wing, our own guards closed off the entire section using the large metal gates that have been installed in the castle since its inception for this exact reason. Our forefathers had the foresight to anticipate traitors in the unlikeliest of positions and them knowing the structure of the castle. So, they'd installed the gates.

He links back. I decide to take a look around the packhouse while I wait for breakfast to be served. This packhouse is huge, much bigger than the one from home and even that was huge. I wonder around with Nicklaus on my hip until I find two big white doors with a large Phoenix and a baby Phoenix flying above three small wolves etched in silver on it, at the end of a hallway, and I can’t help but wonder what’s inside.

I concluded, and my scrap collector heart started To beat excitement faster. “The system still has to run autonomously.” We bend around a gentle curve and stayed as rooted. A giant armored door stood in front of us. It filled the entire tunnel, determines five meters high and massive. On the matt white steel pranged in once again the logo of the earth with the ears. In the middle of the door a large, dark console panel. “She’s hermetically locked,” said Kael and left his huge hand over the cool one.

After leading me through a couple of halls like we were trying to find our way through a labyrinth, I found myself and Zain standing in front of large mahogany doors with two guards standing by his side. One thing that really surprised me was the small contraption that sprang out the moment Zain took a step forward and toward the door. My soon-to-be mate leaned forward, presenting his right eye to this odd contraption and, as though he had easily cast some sort of spell, the door magically opened. I had heard rumors that the Alpha’s family possessed advanced technology but staring at the strange door now, I couldn’t tell if it was true or if this was just one of the little gifts the witches