Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

"Ike, how many floors do you have over there?" Nicole asked. "My side has eight floors." "Harvey, how many stone pillars do you have over there in total?" "Fifteen." "Try 6815," Nicole said, looking at Harvey. Harvey keyed the numbers in and pressed, then the door lock opened with a click. "The door is open. Come on down." Harvey pushed open the door and walked out first while Nicole and Ike followed in tandem.

whispered Becky firmly. Nina took a deep breath, the expression on her face confused Becky because she could smell the guilt on her best friend's face. “Rebecca Beckett!” shouted James Miller impatiently. Becky hurriedly turned around and walked over to her master with Nina following behind. "Ms. Torres, can you open the door for us?” said James Miller after they stopped in front of a door with the number 51 in front of it. Nina raised her head and then stepped to enter the PIN code into a box that was stuck to the wall. A moment later a 'click' was heard and the door opened.

I'm sure it will look more attractive when we finish cleaning it up. I'm surprised there are no doors except one with some closed windows,the passage is wide and long to contain just a door and few windows..there are lot of spaces for more than that. "Come over" Mig said and we followed him,he stopped in front of the only door in the passage. "This door requires a code to open" He said and i widened my eyes in surprise,so as Fleur. "Really?" "Yes" He said pointing to some number buttons attached to the top of the door. I gasp.

They walked from the bottom to the top of the mountain in about ten minutes. The Six Door agents had spent a long time scouting out the locations of all nine gates. However, as it had been thousands of years since their emergence, it was incredibly difficult for them to pinpoint the exact locations of all nine gates accurately. Take the Gate of Life as an example. Though the agents had determined that the gate was located within this hill’s range and mapped the area for quite some time, they still hadn’t found a precise location.

It took a little longer to wash off sharing the shower, but a few minutes later we were getting dressed and heading out the door. “Where are we going?” I asked as we pulled away. Due to his antics, I’d forgotten to ask who was on the phone. “We’re going to meet Nine.” “Nine? He’s here?” Six nodded. “How? Why?” “He knew I was coming here and by the news, thought I might still be in the area.” Instead of another outlying shit-tel, I was surprised when the strip view became larger and larger until we were pulling into the parking garage of the Venetian.

My mouth drops open. Bingo. The whole back wall is a board with keys that have numbers above them. Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to get caught. I quickly scan for the one I want. Where is it? Where is it? My eyes dart around frantically, and finally, on the bottom right corner, I find the first one and then the other. 1140 and 1289 I take the keys and I walk back to the door and look back. Damn it.

I exit, following the path taken by Chuan and the women. All I have to do is follow the sound... Along a corridor... Around a corner... High arches rise over double doors that would do justice to a church. From the other side, the squeals and yells of two women... ... Two women faking it... And every so often, the sound of a blow or a cry of pain... My issued M9 raised in one hand, I turn the handle with the other. The handle turns easily, smoothly... Quietly... ... easing the door open a crack to peer inside.

I spoke, rolling my eyes. Then we both noticed after all of our arguing, that we had reached the 70th floor. "I'm never walking up that many stairs ever again!" He said, swinging the block door open, causing it to smash into the wall. I cringed as Dante laughed. Dante pointed at the door with 79 marked on it. The 9 was broken though, so it looked like a 6. "How do we approach this?" I uttered, realising neither of us had a game plan.

"Dad, sharp right!" "There is no right!" Dad shouted. "It's a dead end!" Ahead, the tunnel ended in a massive blast door labeled SECTOR 9 - RESTRICTED. It was sealed shut with electronic locks. "Ram it?" Mom asked, surprisingly calm now. "Too thick," Dad shook his head. "We'll flatten the nose cone." The hover-bikes were closing in behind us. I could see the pilots aiming their rockets. "We need to open that door," I said. "Haley?"

The massive steel doors were an anomaly, an industrial scar cut directly into the ancient, volcanic heart of Mount Meru. They stood twenty feet high, built flush against the jagged basalt, coated in a thick layer of yellow sulfur and centuries of subterranean grime. Above the seam where the two doors met, the faded, painted logo of 'Six'—a circle bisected by intersecting lines—stared down at them like a blind, mechanical eye.