Knock At The Cabin Door Novels & Stories

*knock* *knock* C’mon… please… *knock* *knock* *knock* Please open the door… *knock* *knock* *knock* Kieran… *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* *kno—. I was beginning to panic, thinking that I’d left it too late but then, finally, the door opened.

It was so early still. "Julie, you get it." I rolled over to look at Chey as the person knocked on the door again. "Why can't you get it?" She just smiled, closing her eyes again. "Because your bed is closer to the door, and you're the newbie." I groaned and slid out of bed. I didn't bother to fix my hair or anything. I walked to the door in my red pajama shorts and black tank top. I opened the door and spoke without even realizing who it is.

I stared at the image of the lone cabin for a moment, studying its abandoned exterior. "Is this where she truly resides my lord?" Liston inquired, standing breathlessly beside me. "It looks to be abandoned." I glanced at him wordlessly and then proceeded toward the cottage. He followed after, almost tripping over a fallen branch. Pausing by the door, I let out a loose breath. The pattern of entry had to be remembered. It had been years but it was one I could never forget. Three knocks, Pause. Twice more, then once more, steady against the brittle surface of the rotting yet secure oak door.

Jason wouldn’t knock,he’d call my name instead of knocking . Kael would barge in. Elian would leave a starlight sigil. The person knocking knows me too well because that knock is familiar. I sat up slowly, my shadows rising like blades around me. “Who is it?” I asked, voice steady. No one answered. But the knock came again but louder this time. I stood up, my heart hammering, and walked to the door. Hand on the knob. Breath held. And then... I heard a voice, muffled through wood, soft as smoke:

"Two minutes. Stay away from the door." Raven grabs my arm, and I grab hers, we stand in the middle of her apartment, our hearts in our stomach as we listen to the footsteps climb up the stairs. "Lucien—" "One minute," he says. "Kane is one minute out. Do not open that door." The footsteps stop outside. And a knock sounds on the door. One. Two. Three.

Anyta The knock on the door echoed around the house like thunder. It was not the soft, nervous kind of knock that neighbors used whenever they needed something. It was firm and unrelenting —like one who had come with firm purpose, one who would not leave until the door was opened. I froze, still holding the curtain in my hand. Clay's head turned towards the door, his jaw tightening as though he expected trouble. We simply didn't move for a moment. The silence held long enough for the knock to ring again, even louder.

Jade knocks. I can’t hear much beyond the street noise and the distant roar of aircraft overhead, but there may be sound behind the door. When we’ve waited a minute or so, I nod to Jade to knock again. She doesn’t just knock. She thumps hard enough to rattle the whole door.

And then— A loud knock sounded on the door outside. "Mama! Mama, it's little Jaimie and aunt Anya! Mama!" He spoke as he knocked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🎁🎁🎁TANNER🎁🎁🎁 A loud knock sounded on the door outside. "Mama! Mama, it's little Jaimie and aunt Anya! Mama!" At the sound of the little boy's voice, Jasamina gasped in horror and scrambled to get away from under me. I pulled back to give her the space she needed.

****** **Knock** **knock** I heard a light knock on my door, I slowly opened my eyes and got up from my bed. I opened the door while rubbing my eyes, Flora stood there smiling at me from ear to ear. This confused me, Why is she smiling like that? "Dear please get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast," she said and walked away from here. It was weird, she didn't even listen to reply.

What better guestroom to get a clear view of the sky and sunlight than the last one in the hall? I walked casually over there, and in a few seconds, I was before the door. I really considered what I was doing, but I had no option. I just had to do it. “Knock knock.” My hands rasped against the thick wooden door. I don’t think I had ever knocked on a door in this whole manor. This was my first, and it felt awkward for me. There was no response for a while, so I knocked again. “Knock knock!” This time a little bit louder than the first.