Queen Grumble Doors Novels & Stories

“The Elders won’t be ready for you until later. I suppose we have some time, yes?” I met Grace’s eyes through the silver mirror. She frowned slightly, but she nodded nonetheless. “A moment,” I said with a bright smile on my face. Soon we were left alone in the room, the door shut behind me. I stepped closer until I was just beside her. The walls, they say, had ears, and anything that was said, no matter how low, would eventually be heard by the wrong person. “My queen,” I said, pulling a nearby chair closer and dropping my voice as low as I could. “What I’m about to tell you may not entirely be as fast as the grove flies east, but please believe that there’s a new best interest.”

I hustled down to the second floor, standing off in the distance where I knew I wouldn't be seen. We didn't get many visitors here. Those who did come weren't there for any good reason, social workers included. The sound of knocking meant trouble was at the front door. The main door of the house had these old hinges, and would squeak when you opened it, a sound that could only be heard on the inside. I listened intently, making out as much of the words as I could. Alone. Attack. Hospital. Sincere. Run.

Jake grunted his approval. “Do you think it is okay for us to just pop in here?” Kramen asked as we walked towards the door. “Shouldn’t we have called or something?” “Kramen is right, brother. What if our mate gets startled and runs again?” With a sigh, I reached over and rang the doorbell. It was better to get this thing over with as soon as possible. The door opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion when she saw us. “You are?”

Marc, the young man and Grigor all helped push it open with all their might but couldn't even move it a single millimeter. The more they pushed, the more the door felt heavier. It was almost as if it was pressure-tight. On the second note, it felt like someone or some force was pushing against them. “Let's try to kick-open it.” The young housekeeper suggested with a meek voice, not sure if he mattered among the much older and stronger shifters beside him. To his surprise they all moved back, giving way. Grigor went first and kicked the door with all his might and they all heard it creak a little.

Just so she could see that I wasn’t going to back down easily and let her win. I breathed in, getting myself ready to step in. I unlocked the door and tried to push it open. It doesn’t budge. Which confuses me because the thudding sound was getting louder and more violent. I ignore whatever I’m trying to prove to a crazy ancient witch and call for backup. In case there was anything or anyone that needed help from there. The first few tries to open the door were all a failure. Even after the backup came, they couldn’t move it an inch. I had just told them to break it down. Or remove it from its hinges like we did the other day. But when they tried again it easily gave way.

I knocked on the large oak door to the King and Queen’s apartment, after speedily getting dressed as not keep them waiting for me, Flora the housekeeper opened the door with a genuine smile when she saw it was me standing there. “Morning Flora” I said beaming at the short little plump housekeeper, who I would imagine is in her 50’s but due to Lycans aging slower can never tell her true age. Everyone loved Flora as she is the most kind and sweetest person to meet, she was like a 2nd mother to me after mine passed away giving birth to me. “Good morning, sweet child, have you eaten breakfast?” She says with a kind, but stern look on her face as I walk into the living room of the apartment to wa

“Resting deeply.” She groaned. We arrived at the door to the old records chamber. The door itself looked like it had aged one thousand years in one night. Darkened wood. Warped hinges. Faint lines of black magic wrapped across it like cracked tar. Renna whispered, “That does not look good.” I raised a hand. “It will be fine.” I touched the door. The entire thing writhed like it was alive. I snatched my hand back. “It is not fine,” I said.

Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before. "Open the door! Open the door now! Those things are going to get us!" "La Signorina," Quinto's low, threatening voice was heard through the door. "You heard what happened to the other guy just now. If you don't open the door, you're going to die right after us!" They then stopped throwing themselves at the door and began targeting the door's weakest spot—the door lock. They kept attacking the door lock now as it was the most likely to break first, and their hammering only grew louder and louder with each strike. The lock visibly began wobbling.

I quickly pushed the thought away and focused on where I was heading to. I walked for about a minute before I came across the beautiful heavy oak door that the girl had described. It was truly beautiful as she had said, even more so. It was very large and wide with a grand door knocker made of polished gold. The door was hand carved with symbols of fire and a dagger, and inlaid with some types of colorful stones like the ones Mrs. White used to wear back in Blue Moon pack. The edges were trimmed with a darker color of the same type of oak used to make the door and it made the whole grandeur of the door more pronounced. If this was what the door of Alpha Derek's office looked like, I could no

Nodding in agreement, the three of them proceeded to the front door. A few stairs and a large oak double door stood in their way. The columns previously looked upon, could now be studied quickly as well. The way they shined, was not paint, but because they were pure white marble with grey in them. Cordovia next took in the door, which was lined with the tree of life in iron and the roots wrapping themselves in a circle. The base color of the door was a deep cherry red color. And the doorknobs seemed to shine with their gold iron plating.