Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

Her hands began to shake. She slowly entered the numbers. The keypad beeped once. Red. Wrong code. She frowned. Below, Nathan exhaled in relief. Then she noticed tiny worn marks beneath the numbers. Someone had scratched another sequence into the metal. She tried again. 0..8...1..9.. A long beep filled the crawlspace. The light turned green. Nathan's face went pale. "No..." A heavy click echoed from inside the door. The lock disengaged. The steel door slowly creaked open by itself.

"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.

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.

"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.

"If I discover you had even more to do with Leticia's disappearance than I suspect, I will come kill you myself." Then I slammed the heavy oak door. The sound echoed like a guillotine.

Dorian said. Philip gazed at Fulton who stood at the side with his hands folded. Fulton looked at the phoenix feather jade pendant in Philip's hand and explained, “Young Master, it’s not the time to tell you about the doors and the keys yet. I can only tell you some basic concepts. So far, there are four doors to be found. The one in our territory is guarded by the Nonagon. The ones in Country M and Country Y are guarded by the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. The last one is not at my liberty to disclose.” “What are these doors?”

“About the transfer to Seaview… I’d like to expedite it. Yes, I’m ready to go this week. I’ll start preparing everything right away.” After hanging up, I looked one last time at the framed photo of Annie and me on my desk before flipping it over. I had forgiven her ninety-nine times. This time—the hundredth time—I was finally choosing to let myself go.