Oblivion Strange Door Novels & Stories

He got one member with him while three members went the other way. “Hold onto Edin firmly!” he suggested to Amora, who was still riding Edin's back. Her sense of smell and sight was like that of a werewolf, but her speed hadn't changed at all. She would have slowed down the search if she had not climbed on Edin's back. Liam stopped after one of his members discovers a secret door. It was made of earth but engraved with some strange symbols. “This seems to be a very old door, sir. Let me check it out!” The member examined the door, feeling for every carving as if to find a patterned lock. After that he pressed something.

They had now reached an abandoned alley way, the Stranger made sure that they were alone, he then placed his right open palm on the red brick wall and Willy's eyes nearly popped out of his head in utter amazement! . . . . . A brilliantly lighted doorway made out of pure energy had appeared. The Stranger was about to enter it. Willy Goodwill wanted to turn around and run away fast, in fear! But the Stranger’s long arm snaked out the dazzling lighted doorway of energy and grabbed Willy, pulling him inside: The hand was amazingly strong. Once inside, the bright energy doorway just disappeared! Willy’s eyes now pulsated, adjusting to the bright room.

At the center of the chamber stood a giant black door. Eliana stopped breathing for a second. The door was massive, at least twenty feet high, covered in strange silver markings that glowed faintly against the dark surface. It looked ancient, older than anything she had ever seen, and yet something about it felt alive and wrong. The metallic sound echoed again. CLANG. This time directly behind the door. Her spirit guide froze beside her. “No,” he said under his breath. The word sent fear crawling up Eliana’s spine. “What is that?” she whispered.

Bigla akong kinabahan at natakot naalala ko ang sinabi na tyrone. Momo Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa kumot ng makita ang doornob na gumagalaw, hanggang marinig ko ang pag unlock nito hanggang sa mamatay ilaw. Sunod sunod akong napalunok, sobrang bilis na naman ng tibok ng puso ko siguro sa sobrang kaba na aking nararamdam. Mabilis naman akong nagkumot, samantalang hindi mapakali ang puso ko, parang gusto niyang makawala sa lungga niya. Walangyang puso to daming arte mas lalo niya akong pinapakaba.

👁️🔴 It was no longer watching Ilyaan. It was looking somewhere else. Far beyond the Forgotten World. Far beyond the Archive. Far beyond history. 🌑 Toward a place nobody should have been able to find. ⸻ Azrael whispered: “He found them.” 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Door Opens A giant silver door suddenly appeared in the sky. 🚪✨ Ancient. Beautiful. Terrifying. 💀 The same door from the memories. The same door Orion had hidden. The same door protecting the greatest secret in existence.

The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand. Unlike before... it no longer felt cold. It felt alive. Then another sentence formed. "Choose before the Twelfth Door opens." The ground split apart. Far beneath the White Tree... a staircase appeared. Not made of stone. Not made of light. It was built from unwritten pages. Every step carried invisible words waiting to exist. The Stranger stared into the abyss. "I have seen ten Doors." "The First Reader has seen eleven." "But no one..." "...has ever crossed the Twelfth."

She pointed to a narrow gap between the shelf and the wall. “It wasn’t like this before.” Marcus and Samuel pushed the heavy bookshelf aside. Hidden behind it was a plain wooden door. No handle. No keyhole. Only a carved symbol. An unbroken silver circle. Elias stared at it. His calm expression vanished. “The Ninth Door.” ⸻ Julian looked at him sharply. “I thought it was a myth.” “So did I.” Elias stepped closer. “It shouldn’t exist anymore.” Amelia traced the symbol with her fingertips.

The tenth light appeared above me. Then an eleventh. I stared upward. "There are eleven?" Amara's expression became solemn. "No." "The eleventh is not a light." "Then what is it?" She looked beyond me. "A door." The darkness behind her split apart. Beyond it stood an enormous golden doorway. Unlike the others... This one had no handle. Only a single inscription. THE CHOICE BEYOND CHOICE. Orionis went pale. "That door should never open." Amara looked at me.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

Olivia watched in surprise as the stranger take down both men without having a sweat. “Impressed?” they asked, with a hint of amusement. She nodded, too shocked to speak. Now, this was it, the point of no return. As they approached a heavy wooden door, the stranger stopped, pressing an ear against it. After a moment, they nodded. “This is it,” they said, pushing the door open. The cold night air enters in, carrying the scent of freedom. Olivia stepped outside; her breath catches as she looked in her surroundings. They were at the edge of the fort, the dense forest ahead offering both a way and a challenge.