Last Corridor Novels & Stories

She put down her plate, most of her desserts uneaten, and took Clare’s hand, like the spider who had chosen to escort the fly personally into the web. There was a small door at the far end of the dining room. Celeste opened it and led the way through. The corridor beyond was long, narrow and windowless, the only light coming from a single naked light bulb swinging from the ceiling. There was only one door off it at the far end.

Ethan turned to Drizzy "Let the gala end tonight before I know what to do" Drizzy rolled her eyes "That's a lie. You've already planned what to do, you don't want to say it" Ethan chuckled before he stood up "Go down to the party and don't disturb me Drizz" "And I was never going to stay near you for a second" Drizzy retorted and stood up before she went out of the room. Back to the party, Elle and Mia entered the well-decorated hall. The chandelier hung on the ceiling making the dark decor of the hall have a blooming beauty to it. Slow cool music played in the background as people mingled with each other.

MARA Afternoon light cut across the marble floor in long silver bands of the west corridor, each one catching the dust as it drifted upward. I moved through the quiet gallery with a kind of reverence, tracing my fingertips along the frames of portraits that lined both walls. The faces of old Lunas and Alphas watched me with that same timeless expression—measured, distant, certain of their legacy. The silence carried weight, the kind that clung to my breath.

Three. Then five. Then more. “Seven.” Marcus looked back at us. “Seven?” “Maybe eight.” The words left my mouth before I could think about them. Kai didn't question me. “Then we don't take the main corridor.” Adrian pointed ahead. “There’s another way.” We followed him. The passage opened into a small storage room beneath the eastern side of the house. A narrow staircase led upward. Adrian stopped. “This comes out behind the library.” Kai looked at him.

“They’ll say it was your fault too. Get back to the ball room, and never say you meet me tonight!” “Clara! Stop!” she cried. I took a sharp turn. The long corridor we had been running in split into three other paths. I sniffed the air and could smell the autumn wind and the harvest of deer and rabbits. The eastern corridor led to a way out. I fled in that direction. Hazel’s voice grew more distant. I had wanted to give her my proper goodbyes, but I considered that brief moment we had embraced to be good enough. My legs ached, but I could see the windows of the corridor facing the outer perimeter of Bragne.

She leaned into the old woman’s ear and softly asked, “Corridor, right?” Joan closed her mouth and nodded so slightly that it was almost imperceptible. Vivian pondered over the meaning of this word, then carefully tried to recall the corridors of the Konstantin residence. It was a very old residential building. There were no elevators, only corridors, winding all the way up with a limestone staircase. Every step was embedded with a mix of fine, slip-resistant spiral patterned steel bars, which were mostly worn out and smoothened out, probably due the passage of time. The lighting in the corridors was abysmal as the only source of light available was a small window at the turning corner betwe

“Look.” A section of the concrete floor slid away, revealing a corridor they hadn’t noticed before. Cold blue light seeped out from within, spilling over the walls like ghostlight. Lola met Adam’s gaze. “We don’t have a choice.” Adam nodded grimly. “Stay behind me.” They entered the corridor slowly, each step echoing down the narrow, metallic path. The walls shimmered faintly, lined with smooth panels that pulsed like veins beneath the surface. Halfway through, the intercom crackled again.

Proserpina The long corridor stretched ahead of us, a darker area than the areas we had crossed. it was a shortcut, Lucien growled hoarsely in my ear and I nodded. But I felt my heart begin to pound for a reason I could not fathom. It was away from the main halls and rooms, a long corridor broken only by a few doors that opened out onto the grounds outside, the open lawns and beyond that the fields and hills that lay beyond the building. Lucien’s man, Theo Nadal, had not been happy about the decision, but Lucien had looked at my face, noted the fatigue and had ordered the man to do what he said.

Xalara asked, practical clarification rather than inappropriate inquiry. "The northern passage leads to the Lord's Residence," Elaric replied, indicating central corridor with appropriate directional gesture. "While the western connects to shared spaces—library, study areas, and private dining facilities available to both of us." His tone remained deliberately matter-of-fact, avoiding both awkward discomfort and presumptuous familiarity. "The contract specifies separate private domains with connecting access to common resources, as you'll recall."

His plans could proceed as originally intended. He dismissed Aloysius with a wave of his hand. After closing the door, Aloysius strolled down the corridor. The carpet along the corridor was thick and made good soundproofing. The corridor was also decorated with some expensive paintings. It was still early in the day but the corridor was rather dark despite having sufficient sunlight through the window. The reason for the dark environment was that the location was a castle. As Aloysius walked down the corridor, he mentally reviewed the list of potential allies he could call upon to handle the matter.