Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

He was not here to stood like an idiot, he was here to find some spell books! While Ricky was trying to figure out how the moving stairs works, His eyes wandered off to the middle of the room, where a floating podium was located. On the podium, a dark wooden stand is holding an orb which was placed on a pillow. Ricky squinted his eyes to take a better look. He couldn’t figure out what that orb was because of the distance, however, mysteriously, staring at the orb initiated an idea in his mind on how to pass through the stairs. He then gallantly plodded on the stairs, going upstairs and downstairs until he finally reached a stair that was moving to a still ground.

The combination of cream, gold, and brown accented on the walls and the immaculately polished wooden rails of the stairs. I could bet a hundred steps up we needed to take just to reach the second floor, and I was already panting halfway through it. My knees were shaking, and my wound was throbbing painfully. I was only grateful for Akim that held me steadily so I wouldn't tumble down to my envisaged death.

Of course. “Let me guess,” I said, eyeing the pitch-black tunnel. “You just happened to know about the underground nightmare stairs because you’re a walking cliché of shadow and secrets?” He gave me a grin that was far too satisfied. “I have layers, Flame. You’re just now peeling back the more charming ones.” “Let’s just get this over with.” We stepped into the dark, one after the other, and the stone door groaned shut above us. The stairs coiled like a serpent, winding down past dripping walls and moss-covered glyphs. My flames sparked to life along my palm to light the way. Orion’s hand wrapped around my wrist.

She would try her best to leave this place as soon as she can. She followed after Naim, who escorted her inside the house. A small foyer led into the receiving room where there is a grand staircase that leads to the upper floor. The house is wide area-wise with only two floors. Rose would have loved to stay in this place if she would have come here under different circumstances. But she has other pressing things occupying her mind now. Naim took a right as soon as they finished ascending the staircase. They both walked in the lavishly decorated corridor with rooms on either side. Small expensive-looking chandeliers are hanging in the corridors, and the walls have carvings in what looks like

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

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.

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.