Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

The rack that held all his shoes, parted in two like the red sea, revealing a door. The door was small enough that even I had to bend a little to go through—that is if the door hadn’t been locked. It required a password with nine characters to open. I was curious and I wanted to know what was in there. But I didn’t know Emilio enough for me to guess his password. I mean, what could his password possibly be?

He had been to dozens of dungeons. Private chambers. Velvet-lined playrooms behind elite passwords. But none of them felt like this. The hallway was dark. The walls were painted deep crimson. There were no cameras. No music. Just the sound of his leather shoes echoing off concrete. In his hand, a black card. No writing. Just the number Nine engraved in silver. He was told to wait. To kneel naked in room nine. And not to speak until she arrived. So he did.

Oscar patted his shoulder before Jack left. The Galaxy Tower was half hour drive. And now he was standing at the main door of room 575 with boxes of take away foods. He rang the bell twice and then stood there waiting for door to open. "Who is... Jack. You. Here. Oh my god. Am I dreaming"? Nine was most probably sleeping because he was in his pajamas and his eyes opened with a shock to see Jack standing at his door. He hugged Jack tight crushing him in arms, not caring that they were in the hallway.

"Which room are you in?" "I'm in the hallway. Same as you. I can see the numbers. 901, 903, 905—wait." A pause. "Your numbers are different." "What do you mean?" "Your side says 910. My side says 910 too. But the numbers on the other doors… they're backward. Like a mirror. 901 is 109. 903 is 304." Another pause. "Oh god, I think I'm inside the mural." That stopped my breath. The mural. The endless staircase. The artist who had painted himself into a corner he couldn't escape.

After pocketing his iPhone he moved inside of the tower slowly. The night was slow and silent. Yet the moon in the sky shone bright. One could clearly see the spots it has amidst the dancing black clouds. He pressed the button of '9th floor' and stood silently against the mirror behind him looking at the small screen above the elevator doors that screened the number of floors he crossed by. The doors unlatched with a ding, he bit his lower lip exiting the same. His emotionless peepers gazed at the door of the flat located in the corner, 'Flat no. 903' with a sigh.

The buzzing of the flies, the hum of the refrigerator units, the traffic—it all died. The brick wall behind them—the dead end—dissolved. In its place stood a rectangle of absolute darkness, seven feet tall. It cut through the reality of the alley like a surgical incision. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a pulsing, violet light. The center was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within, stars spun in a bottomless void. It hummed with a violent, agitated energy, reacting to the raw emotion in the alley—the fear, the hate, and the crushing weight of the betrayal.

Someone inside was playing both sides. “If I get out of this alive,” I muttered, “I’m biting that mole’s hand before Zane shoots him.” I typed the numbers into the keypad. The neon overhead flickered on the metal keys. One. Nine. Nine. Three. Each beep echoed too loud. After the last digit, the electromagnetic lock clicked. The door loosened. Colder air slid through the gap. Damp concrete drifted in. I pulled the door just enough to slip through. Fourteen steps down. Sparse lighting. One tired bulb overhead leaking a weak yellow glow. Rough concrete walls.

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

I didn’t know where she was and if she was ever coming back. My thoughts were ended abruptly by the sight of a building. It was grey, unmarked with no sign and nothing to tell the world what happened behind its walls. I parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to the top floor. --- The door was made of reinforced steel and a keypad glowed red beside the handle. I entered a code into the keypad. 7-1-4-2-9 and the lock clicked then I pushed the door open walking in. I entered a dark room with computers lining the walls and screens stacked on top each other.