Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

Kai said sweetly. I turned down a small corridor, spotting a small staircase that curved around, disappearing behind a wall. I began my ascent of the stairs, following the curving staircase around. The staircase was narrow, and the steps were steep, so I placed my hands against the stone wall to steady myself and stop myself from tumbling backwards.

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

Rebecca As I followed Avim down the staircase, I finally got a chance to admire the house. Correction: it was a mansion. Its grandeur struck me as we descended, with the tallest ceiling I had ever seen adorned by exquisite crown molding. A spiral staircase caught my attention, and to my right, I noticed another one that led up to the second floor, converging in an imperial staircase style. I grasped the smooth wooden banister, marveling at the mansion's immaculate white sparkling marble.

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 followed her past the hallways as we took a turn and was faced with what I called a grand staircase. The steps were ornatively carved, red sheets spreaded leading in to another floor, it had a spiral 's' design leading up to the next floor. "Getting around the pack can be a bit of an hassle counting the numbers of floors it has" Madeline chided, her words soft and entertaining.

She puts away her book lazily and carries the hemline of her long skirt to the second-floor bedroom. The broad marble stone stairs are cool and comfortable. Nina Morrison walks up the staircase. When she gets on the top step of the stairs, Nina Morrison suddenly slips. She reacts quickly and grabs the guardrail fiercely. But her feet are twisted violently on the stairs, and her knees hit iron railings, rubbing off a layer of skin, burning. Nina Morrison holds on to the railing and looks up the stairs. Sure enough, someone is trying to hurt her. If the shiny patch on the steps is not oil, what else could it be?

While I felt like shit most of the time lately, I felt better knowing that I could take out my frustrations in this way. It looked like they went all out this year. There were the floating stairs first. Thirteen steps were divided into three sections. Three steps angled upward, six steps angled downwards, and four steps angled upward. They were suspended in the air and required great upper body strength and stamina. Then there were rolling logs that required great balance. At the end of it was a warped wall that was fourteen feet tall. Mr. Hall waved me and Zion over and asked if we wanted to go first. We exchanged smirks because this would be fun. I had trained enough with Zion that I was j

So were we. The east corridor was already breached. Two black-bannered soldiers lay dead near the stairwell. Mira stood at the top of the stairs, hands raised. And the air around her shimmered. Not fire. Not light. Pressure. The attackers climbing the stairs slowed, grimacing like something invisible pushed against them. “Back,” she whispered. The stone walls vibrated. One of the fighters lunged forward anyway. The pressure snapped. He flew backward down the stairs, crashing into three others.

Climbing the stairs felt like ascending into a realm of conflicting emotions. In the quiet expanse of the staircase, Logan's presence enveloped me. He emerged from behind, his hand gently intertwining with mine, and with a subtle yet purposeful gesture, he halted me in the middle of the stairs. Each step became a suspended moment, as I stood on one stair, and he, a step below, locked eyes with me.

One which I must take in order to totally destroy him. I looked at the stairs as they led me upstairs, there were expensive paintings along the wall, in addition to some rare spiritual treasure and incense. There were rugs made of expensive furs on the floor even though the floor was tiled with marbles and some middle grade precious stones. There were glowing magical light orbs of crystal at strategic points along the staircase and passage way.