Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

“Bound to blood and bond.” “Meaning?” Blake asks. “Only those it recognizes may walk,” Oloron says. His eyes find mine, then shift to our daughter, then,after a breath, to Blake. “Three.” Blake doesn’t flinch, but I feel the micro-tension in him relax in the way a father does when you find the right path. “Me, Allie and Athena.” “Yes,” Tara says. “If anyone else tries, the Stair will close and go sulky for a month.” She thinks for a moment. “Two months if Cassie tries, the stair doesn't like being teased.”

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?

Florescent lights that hung from the pale white ceiling buzzed incessantly like a swarm of irritated bees, and it was heightened anytime Harold walked directly beneath them, still with his bag hanging from his shoulder. Five minutes. As he got closer to the end of the corridor, he noticed an unusually dim staircase that spiralled upwards onto another floor. There seemed to be something mysterious yet beguiling about the stairs. Something he couldn't figure out. Harold Girard walked slowly, like an hypnotized individual towards it. He couldn't tell if the magic which he'd heard originated from the witches–and wizards, was what was luring him to the stairs. He knew nothing about magic, and vam

“Why, why the fuck is it always stairs?” Gran’s mouth doesn’t curve. “Because no one wanted whatever was down there to ever see the light of day again.” The first step echoes too loudly in my ears. The stairs are carved directly into the earth and stone, smooth with age. Each step throbbed faintly with the same ancient script written under my skin. The deeper we go, the stronger the pull in my chest becomes—tight, aching, magnetic. It wasn’t panic. It wasn’t fear. It was recognition.

Andrea answered the woman smiled. “Okay, this way please” Andrea was surprised she was led to the same stairs Oliver had taken. There were two sides of the big vast mansion and there were two different stairs that led to different sides of the house. While Owen had taken the right stairs, Oliver had taken the second and to her dismay, she was also led to the second stairs and then to a long corridor, then a hallway, it took her another long walk before they finally arrived at her supposed room. Andrea heaved a heavy sigh of relief after they finally got to the door to her room.

Antaotao didn't want to kill her, so he squinted and reminded her, "don't go back any more. There are stairs behind you!" As if he hadn't heard Ouyashi, he took another step back. Antaotao frowned and wanted to grab it with her hand, but it was too late. "Ah -" Ouyashi screamed and rolled down the stairs.

Naturally, the mansion was a really vast and mighty building with great mass and it is mostly empty that echoes call after you once a sound is made. The minimalistic grand staircase led up in a twirly and tworly style ascending to the top in all of it's grace and splendour. It was decorated with arch golden alloy and bronze steel wheeling upwards in defiance to the wall side of the building. The staircase created an arc below making way for an under basement that actually led underground. The base of the stairs was lepidolite and slowly enhanced to make sure it fits whoever goes under. "What do you think?" Annabelle asked and Alicia faced her smiling brightly. She was speechless but although

I can already see Sir Flinn and it seems like they are already putting up the name ' Home'. “Got a good sleep? ”said Miss Mia while smiling. “You should've wake me up.” I walk to where they are and yes, they are already putting up the name 'home'. They used a stair made of metal-I don't really know what it is called. Tim's the one who nailed it. After finishing it, Tim went down and move the stairs away so that we can see how it goes. It was exceptional.

There are around thirty steps and the stairway is illuminated with yellow lamps and she can see that there is plenty of light at the end of the stairs. The stairs end and a big hall come in front of her eyes. The huge basement is lit up with bright white light and a few small chandeliers are hanging down. There is a small wooden stage against the center wall with a podium. The hall is currently empty with the exception of a few men arranging the chairs. The chairs are lined up in front of the stage and Charlotte feels like she’ll pass out if all of these chairs get filled up with people.

I heard Robert's voice call me out of my sudden thoughts as he gestured his hand forward with a bow alongside. Nevertheless, if he allowed me to pass him, it was a lie. Before I took a step forward, he had already led the way forward. By this, I saw that we were heading towards a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a staircase that ascended majestically from the foyer. Staring right at the floor of the staircase, I could tell that its steps were made of polished mahogany and adorned with intricate carvings along the banister. Furthermore, each step was lined with a plush, crimson runner, adding a regal touch to the ascent.