Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

The urge to throw up climbed up her throat but she fought it down. Puking in Mom's car would not end well. The car's speed began to decrease as they reached the palace. There were three gates: The massive one at the center that towered almost sixty feet, which bore engravings that meant nothing to Nine but glowed under the light of the sun and there were two lesser gates, each twenty feet tall, made of a kind of metal which caught the sun in a strange way, shimmering and subtly changing colors. Mom parked the car in a corner, ordering Nine out and as soon as they were both out, began to cry out loud.

She thought Edwin was judging me for being pregnant and she was smirking with satisfaction. Edwin glanced at the cardboard box on the floor, and when he saw the broken frame with a picture of me and Matthew, his smile vanished. "Why keep this junk around?" I laughed too, and as I walked past the box on the way, I gave it a kick. "Right. Once you toss out the trash, there’s no need to pick it up again." With that, I ignored Matthew's scowl and slid into the passenger seat of the Porsche. I had to say, riding in that car worth over three hundred thousand dollars was really comfy.

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

In case my daughter hadn’t woken up… “There are three levels of gates here,” Niustra went on, pointing at the rock that I had misjudged. It was in actuality the first of the three aforementioned gates. Mistra worked her way through each locked gate, teaching me how to align the numbers from the outside. Once more, I committed each code to memory. “They’re really just an extra precaution if he wakes up early,” she said. “Early?” “Yup.” “Has he ever done that?”

But why had no one noticed its existence before? The masters from the Divine Central Continent and the Southern Wilderness only discovered this building after news about the Sacred Hall ruins spread. It was as if it had never existed before. There were eight sides to this celestial tower. There was a square mahogany door on each side. Above each door, there were round shiny nails arranged neatly, gleaming with a golden glint. There were nine nails in a row, and nine rows above a leaf of the door. There was a total of 162 gold nails above the two leaves of one door. He did not know if there was any special significance to this number.

She pointed discreetly as we skirted the corner, now devoid of guards. We continued, our footsteps echoing softly, until we reached a nondescript door secured with an electronic lock. "Memorize this spot, this door," Nadine said, her fingers deftly working her smartphone. "At the right time, our hacker will disengage the lock. Notice the light on the lock—red signifies it's secured. But when it flickers to green..." As if on cue, the light switched from red to green. "Exactly like that. It's your signal to enter." She pushed the door open, revealing a hidden garage. "Through here, you'll find the car for your escape."

Once his fingers grazed the familiar buttons, he pressed one, and immediately, the doors burst open as two large guard dogs rushed into the room. In an instant, Kaidën's grip loosened, and he fell to his knees, curling into a ball as he began to whimper and beg. Nine took a moment to catch his breath as he lay on the table, coughing and pressing a hand to his neck, massaging the sensitive spot. He had barely made it this time. As Kaidën lay on the ground in a docile state, Nine retrieved the broken half of his walking stick and began to strike him with it. Kaidën crawled forward, taking each hit as his skin broke under the blows. Better him, than Asher.

I slammed his head into the wall and pinned him down with my knee. “Which door,” I growled. “Tell me.” He spat at me. Wrong answer. I twisted his wrist until he screamed. “Alright! Room 9—last on the left!” I punched him out cold. Room 9. I stormed down the hallway, blood pounding in my ears. My hand wrapped around the knob. Locked. Of course. I turned and saw the ring of keys on the fallen guard’s belt. Took them. Jammed the right one in. The door creaked open.

This time more easily. "He said third by the right." Miles muttered looking around and then at the key card he was holding in his hand. "Room 8593" "Okay there." Miles said holding his luggage. He wasn't wearing his glasses that means he can't see to a long distance. He has a sight problem. "8589....8590.....8591.....8592......and here 8593" he said looking at the door next to the one he was standing. But he halted when he saw a man lying limp in front of the apartment door.

Another text from Vorian. “Passcode is 4729.” I punch it in, my fingers trembling, and the door clicks open. I step inside, and my breath catches. I am staring, frozen, my eyes wide, not believing what I am seeing.