Queen Grumble Doors Novels & Stories

She couldn't take it anymore, so she used her pillow to block her ears as she murmured. Grace wondered who the heck was that knocking on her door. Her mom had never cared about her well-being; she didn't care if she was sick indoors or if she didn't go to work. Elvis doesn't really disturb her sleep, even he does, maybe it was regarding school fees payment. Then who was knocking? This was something Grace didn't know. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she stretched herself, trying to gather enough strength to walk up to the door. Walking down sluggishly to the door with a frowning face, Grace used the key and turned it to the left twice, causing the door to make a jerk sound, evidence of unlocki

It begins with a gargoyle. An enormous stone gargoyle, hideous, easily four feet tall, crouched and snarling and weeping water from somewhere structural, the single ugliest object I have ever seen. “For the front hall,” Queenie tells the saleswoman, with the serene confidence of a woman commissioning a portrait. “He’ll love it. He collects them. Have it placed right where he’ll see it when he walks in, please, the very centre, you can’t miss it.” She pauses. “Actually, can we get two? One for each side of the door. Symmetry.”

Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city. Beside me, my skin still tingled where Corvin’s hands had been. My ribs ached under the fresh bandage. His warmth felt like an echo in the narrow doorway we’d just left. The almost-kiss clung to the back of my mind, unhelpfully vivid. “Okay,” Jax said, drawing in a breath. “So. Talking doors. That’s new. Does anyone have the cheat code?” “There’s no code,” Grant said grimly. “They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”

Cade Cade grinned. “Yeah. Good, isn’t it? The previous owner installed it. He was hard of hearing.” “Good is not the word I’d use. Deafening maybe,” Quinn muttered as he went to answer the door. He looked back at Cade. “Get out of sight,” he ordered. Cade glowered at the abrupt order, but he obeyed, heading into the kitchen. He couldn’t resist hovering by the doorway. Quinn strode over to the door and peered through the peephole.

I was so lost that it was bring back the horrible childhood memories of getting lost in the maze of mirrors at the county festival that came to town every year. We finally came up to these huge double doors. They looked to be made of red oak, with very intricate details carved into them. One door had what looked to be demons and the other door had what looked like angels or goddess on it. Both looking at each other like they were charging at each other, getting ready for a battle.

I groaned. This door was huge and rusted at the hinges. Instead of a doorknob, a wooden plank was used to secure it and telling from the rotten stench of the wood, no one had been here in a long time. Without paying any mind to the wood, I tossed it aside and pushed the door with all my might. The door wailed, like a hurt wolf calling out to its other pack members. It went on like that till the door finally gave way to freedom.

I was so lost that it was bringing back the horrible childhood memories of getting lost in the maze of mirrors at the county festival that came to town every year. We finally came up to these huge double doors. They looked to be made of red oak, with very intricate details carved into them. One door had what looked to be demons and the other door had what looked like angels or goddess on it. Both looking at each other like they were charging at each other, getting ready for a battle.

The portraits hanging on the walls seemed crooked now, their painted eyes almost following movement. Servants gathered fearfully in clusters. Some prayed. Others cried. One guard crossed himself repeatedly beneath his breath. “What happened?” I demanded. The older maid pointed with trembling fingers. “The doors, my queen… they locked on their own.” I looked toward the corridor. Three massive doors had sealed shut. Not bolted. Not chained. The wood itself had twisted unnaturally, vines of black veins spreading across the surface like living roots beneath skin. I slowly approached. The whispers returned immediately.

concluded Kar. They knocked on the quaky squeaky door and no one came through. They continued knocking intensely but still, nothing. Until Curl tried to listen attentively to get a hold of any noise from the inside,they weren't going to leave without seeing him because that was all they had to do. When he bent down, and got his ears close to the door, a powerful force hit the door which jolted him away onto the ground, while the force pulled in the door inside, blue smokes found their way out of the house.

Let's see what that does now. The lords pushed and the door finally moved. For the first time in centuries the door moved. But it was not that easy. Something was not only pulling them but also pushing the door from inside making it hard to open it. The lords gathered their strength and gave another push. And the first creak was heard making the lords' eyes light up with excitement. Lord Gula: Hmph. like hell all my ambitions for centuries can be stopped now. I am going to use my full strength.