Omori Staircase Novels & Stories

The group with Professor De Belen on their lead walk passed through several corridors before the bizarre-looking staircase came into their view. This is the same bizarre staircase hat they took when they first visited Professor Sonny's chamber. The Steps of Will is still surrounded by string fluctuation of magic just like before. Mainly because if various incantations inscribe on each of its steps to allow it to keep afloat. Audrey and her friends climb on to the stairs until they arrived at the vast room. The room looks exactly how it looks when they first came here. It still looked more like an art exhibition hall, and on its center sat a painting of a woman's portrait,

He led me inside. The interior was modern but cozy. Cream walls with tasteful wooden accents, a living room that was spacious but not overwhelming, a staircase leading up—but when Orrin pressed a button, I realized there was also an elevator tucked neatly by the wall. “We won't want Elias using the stairs, especially since he's started crawling,” he explained casually, pressing the panel. “Or if… you know… we end up with more kids running around.” My cheeks warmed. I shot him a look. “Already planning ahead, are you?”

BOOOOMMMM The towering staircase had fully materialized, and as everyone watched, a barrier appeared that prevented anyone from climbing it. They immediately set to work organizing their young ones to ascend the steps. Only those who reached the summit could advance to the next round, while those who failed would be cast off the staircase. The rules there were also very simple and straightforward: they only had to climb, and they were allowed to use any means necessary to reach the top. Even if they killed each other while climbing, there were no rules prohibiting killing there, and they were free to act as they pleased. Long Chen looked up at the sky; the eyes were there, but no one could s

As far as she could see, the garden at the side was less well tended and comprised more shrubs than lawn, but the entire perimeter of the area was protected by tall trees which successfully shut out the rest of the world. A butler opened the front door to her, and she stepped into a long entrance hall, at the far end of which she could see a modern open-plan winding’ staircase. The carpet was a deep coral colour, the walls and ceiling a textured white and on either side of the hall there were numerous china and porcelain ornaments ranging from a life-size greyhound sitting to attention to an exquisitely delicate ballerina which was little more than six inches in height and stood on an ornate

And with his hand on her waist, they continued striding, passing the glass door panel of the building. The inside was spacious, with two lounge areas on the left and right and the information counter in the middle. And a balustrade Ithaca-style staircase has black powder-coated steel zigzag stringers, stainless steel railing posts and stair risers, and a white oak top rail and stair treads. It's like a twin stairway on each corner of the building. Izabella noticed that they had gone to the right staircase. "On the left side is where you go to the penthouse entering the building instead of the basement elevator," Aleksander explained as they continued walking.

I would rather take my chances with the old woman than the powerhouse with rows of sharp, bone crushing teeth. The branch staircase takes us about fifteen feet from the floor. I look down and once again the red orbs lock on to me instantly. I wonder if a crocodile can climb stairs very well. I hope not. The inside of the tree is so much cooler than out in the swamp and I breath a sigh of relief to be out of the humidity. Elara is waiting for us and smiles. ‘That is a good start. Most people fall down the stairs, dead as a doornail and get eaten up by Shadowscale.’ All the sir I just sucked into my body leaves in a whoosh like I’ve just been winded. ‘It has been a while since I had any compan

I had no clue how many there were, or how they’d kept themselves hidden for so long, but there was no mistaking the cries of the dying. I clutched the thick fabric to my mouth and inhaled, finding it much easier. The smoke became thicker the further we traveled. It ignored Orion’s magic as though it were immune. My heart nearly stopped when we came upon the stairs. Flames, a brilliant shade of orange, danced and writhed, cloaking the entirety of the bottom floor. Draping the tapestry over my head and shoulders, Orion sprinted down the stairs, rounding the corner until we reached the foyer. He pulled the tapestry from my head and returned it to my hands, urging me to breathe.

Lifting my chin, I nodded at the doorman and took a step closer to my goal. Ornate lighting shone from a golden oval above my head and reflected onto the stunning marble floor of the lobby. The opulence neither impressed nor awed me as my gaze moved to a large staircase that curved up and behind the concierge's desk. Briefly, the staircase reminded me of Montague Manor, but this one was different, more modern with a glass banister.