Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

She didn't wait for a second thought; she headed straight for the elevator, the numbers climbing until the doors opened onto the ninth floor. She walked down the quiet corridor, her sneakers silent on the plush carpet. As she reached the door of room 901, she heard it—the heavy, rhythmic sounds of stroking and the unmistakable moans of a man in the throes of passion. The door wasn't fully latched, leaving a sliver of the room visible.

It was buried underneath the darkness, but I’d still be seeing it some other nights. Just like how darkness has often tempted us to give up on our dreams. But keep in mind that the greatest breakdown usually comes before the greatest breakthrough. I opened the noise gate. It’s made of metal, mostly a bunch of cans strung together to make do as a gate. The sound it makes actually helps in the case of an unannounced visitor. “Grandma! I'm home.” I greeted happily, even I didn’t see the old woman yet. I unlace and take off my shoes. Put it on the shoe rack beside the door.

The game horn screamed again—final warning. He turned and walked to his door. Mine was number nine. I stood with my hand on the handle and the beginning of his sentence already under my skin, living there, impossible to unfeel.

The basement air was stale, smelling of mold and old wine. Park, limping and flanked by Min and Baek, led them to a heavy steel door behind the wine racks. There was a keypad. "Open it," Min ordered, pressing the gun to Park’s spine. Park punched in the code. 7-7-1-9. The heavy bolts retracted with a groan, and then the door swung open. Min’s heart was in his throat. This was it. The end of the nightmare.

I walked to it, opening it to peak in, seeing that it was a bedroom and it could only belong to one person but I was not there for that. I closed it and walked back. Another door was at the far end of his room. I continued walking. The door was opened wide only to find it being a bed room too. I sighed, knowing the king had an office. It was impossible that he did not have one and it would be nearby. There were no more doors. I rushed to the travelling machine to press the button down. I got in, looking at the numbers. I was in floor ten so I went for the number nine. The doors closed, it going down for just a second before stopping and the doors opening. No one had to tell me as I went out

This time, he suddenly soared and emerged as a new force to be reckoned with. He had disrupted a lot of people’s plans. Knock knock knock! Someone knocked on the door. “What?” Nine only said one word. “Master Nine, it’s time to eat. Lord Adan asked you to head over now,” the person outside the door said. “I got it.” “Alright, I’ll leave now, Master Nine. Lord Adan is waiting for you in the dining room.” The person outside left after saying that. Nine opened his eyes at this moment, and a cold light shone from his eyes.

When Fane and Lourain arrived at the spot, the empty space was filled with a few dozen people. The few dozen people seemed quite average in skill and were even worse than Lourain. They gathered in front of the seven stone doors. Some of them were chatting while some of them were resting. They did not seem particularly stressed. The seven doors were the seven different training grounds. The doors were colored in the same colors as the seven tokens. The red door was at the westernmost end, while the orange door was next to it. It went on accordingly until the purple door.

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.

Colton was pacing the hallway. A knock came—not the staff. Not security. Just three soft taps. She opened the door. No one. Just a letter. Cream paper. Black wax seal in the shape of an orchid. She read it standing there. To the Bride of the Lazarus Equation, You have opened the door. But the house is bigger than you think. We are not enemies—we are your origin. Tower Nine. Midnight. Come alone. Or your sister dies again. — W Her hands were ice. But her mind had never been sharper.

“Okay, Cass, now this is brilliant. Inez giggled with excitement. Cassandra ended the call and quickly went back to her baking. Inez had allocated twenty minutes for Cassandra, but it all passed too quickly, and she wasn’t there yet. As she began to doubt, the doorbell went off and interrupted her thoughts. Rushing to check the video doorbell, she was excited and relieved to see Inez standing there with her familiar silhouette marked out by the afternoon light. She opened the door, ready to greet her friend and go on whatever adventures awaited. Inez's soft chuckle brightened the mood as she pushed the door closed with the sole of her shoe, changed into a flip-flop quickly, and stepped into