Omori Rooms Novels & Stories

Red lanterns lit the winding corridor that led to the lobby. As soon as they entered, a waitress approached. - Mr. Rodin? - Yes. Norbert had naturally used his name when reserving the place. - Follow me, please! The waitress walked in front of them, leading them to a private room. The room was very spacious with a sandalwood table and chairs carved with intricate patterns, making the atmosphere classically antique. Private rooms here were different from other places. They weren't really closed rooms, but rather long corridors separated into smaller rooms by screens. Each screen had a different pattern for each room.

He knew it was going to take some getting used to, he just didn't like the idea of his Luna bowing to the pack. "Oh." Was all Morana could get out, it was slightly embarrasing that she still hadn't gotten a hang of her role, clearing her throat and looking around the room he had pulled her into. The office was a replica of the one at home, except this was way bigger. There was a large table in the middle of the room with papers scattered across the dark glossy top. Cabinets lined around the room and stopped at the end of the very large desk. Morana could see glass cups and large bottles to the side. The black carpet made the room even more intimidating.

A blend of luxury and quiet authority, big enough to fit three more rooms in it. The room is spacious with high ceilings, windows big enough to sit on the sill and curtains a deep rich brown color. It was better than any room she had ever owned in our home. “For a minute there, I thought you wouldn't come.” Imogene's voice rang out in the quiet, almost surprising us before she came into view. She was seated on a chair with her robe on, and her eyes on the door. She seemed to be waiting for us. She was Supreme Alpha and I couldn't expect less.

And on these shelves were not books, but orbs of softly glowing light, each one pulsing gently, like a captured star. In the center of the room stood a pedestal of the same white marble, and upon it rested a single, large crystal orb, clear and dormant. “What is this place?” Liora whispered, her voice full of awe. “It’s the Remembering Room,” Lyra said, her eyes wide as she looked at the glowing orbs. “The quiet man, Oren, he made it. He put all the stories here. The mountain’s stories.”

And he’s just as tense and cold as he’d been in the order’s fortress in the middle of the desert. We pass several inconspicuous doors before Orion stops at the very end of the hallway. He pulls a massive set of keys from the pocket of his tailored jacket and slides one into a narrow wooden door. He pushes it open, the new air carrying the scent of lilies and salt as Orion steps into the darkness. We follow. Another tight room. Another key. Then, we’re standing in a hallway bathed in sunlight that dances across white floral wallpaper and warm-tone hardwood flooring. Dainty tables line the walls on either side. Cole’s hand drops from my arm. He pushes the hood of his cloak back before shruggin

Hiro shook his pointer finger at us slowly but seemed to be looking directly at me. Did I have "klutzy" stamped across my forehead? Probably, I answered with a sigh. I followed Hiro. Gabe and the others followed me. We seemed to be taking the same route Kenmei had gone. It looked like the only way to get anywhere. The floor was covered in plush Oriental carpet, the design intricate. The walls were covered in cream paint. Lights ran along with the ceiling, but elaborately painted lamps covered them, which was why the room emitted only a slight reddish glow.

I smiled as I watched Gracie sleep, how pure and sweet she was. I left the door ajar ever so slightly. Just as Gracie asked, and stepped lightly across the hallway to my room. I noticed the door was open, when I knew for a fact I closed it, as I always had. I liked my privacy. My room was the only place in this house I could have my own time. Upon entering the room, I saw Oris standing there. He seemed to be studying my shelves, his eyes wandering the collection of books and the odd ornament I had displayed on them.

" He said walking out of the room. Gosh, I said turning around as I gasped in awe. "What's this?" I said looking around me. "Did he do this?" I wondered, taking in the beauty of the room. "Wow, this is nice." I said in awe. Orion was a guy with different surprises, I thought he said I would be staying in that store room, but here was my pictures enlarged on the walls.

A private garden sat at the center of their suite, featuring a koi pond and a stone lantern that looked like it had grown out of the moss. As the staff ushered them in, Dira realized the "Separate Rooms" rule was about to face its greatest challenge. The suite was expansive, but it was designed as a single, flowing living space. "There are three sleeping areas separated by fusuma screens," the hostess explained in polite, rhythmic Japanese. "The boys' room is to the left. The Master and Mistress will share the central garden room." Dira opened her mouth to protest, but Arjuna caught her eye and gave a subtle shake of his head. He waited until the hostess bowed and departed before speaking.

My protector, I smiled to myself. “Uh, Rose?” Orion’s voice actually kind of startled me; I was getting used to the silence. I pressed myself against his back and peeked around him. Before us was a large round room only lit with candles. “Where are we?” I whispered out. “That’s a brilliant question, flower. Unfortunately, I don’t have a clue.” Orion stepped into the room, and I tentatively followed him in. The walls were full of books. If we weren’t in some weird, creepy basement, I would be in heaven. In the center of the room was a step down, with a large black crystal resting on a pedestal.