Queen Grumble Doors Novels & Stories

Queen muttered and she could hear her letting out her breathe” ~ “ You sound much better now Granny and that's so so good” Queen mumbled ~ “ Yes, is Mr Hawke's there?” Granny asked. ~ “ No. Why?” Queen asked. ~ “ Nothing really. I would…love to speak to him, so call me when he is back” Granny said ~ “ Okay Grandma. Bye” Queen rasped and ended the call. “ Urgh…Grandma and her naggings” Queen mumbled and sat up when she heard movement by her door step

“Thanks by the way.” I straightened and went to find the apartment. The doors were labelled in numbers and easily I found the one numbered 2. It was one of the apartments that had the doors closed and it was also among the few that had glass walls and the lights inside were turned on revealing a fairly large kitchen area with a table that served as dining. I approached and knocked on the door. Behind the door came a squeal and laughter which was kind of weird because it sounded like a feminine squeal and Annabel Reed didn’t seem like the type to squeal. I knocked again a little harder this time.

I grabbed a log from the side and hefted it ready to swing in case it came at me. I still couldn’t wrap my head around a Brood creature cooperating with us. “There’s a stink coming from inside… disgusting.” Griffith wrinkled his nose. I stared at the rusty lock on the hasp and started smashing it hard. I did it fast, precise, keeping tabs on Tempest the whole time. When it snapped and the door banged open, I had to step back. “Goddess… that’s vile,” my wolf snarled and flinched. Nearby I heard hooves… a whinny out of the trees.

Lord Brarthroroz continued with a growl, "The stench of rotting flesh emanates from there so it is possible you will encounter greater resistance there if there are… abominations remaining." "As for the door in the middle," Lord Brarthroroz sneered as his face darkened, "The scent of Eromaug is heaviest there. That door is mine." Greyson nodded, still clearly a little shell shocked that his fated mate ate souls to feed her own souls, but cleared his throat and did his best to present a normal front to his men.

Miles followed right behind her with another box. The door swung shut behind them with a solid click. Grace tried the handle. It didn’t move. “Uh, Miles? The door just locked.” He stepped up beside her and tried it himself. The handle stayed firm. “Old mechanism. Sometimes it catches if you don’t prop it open. There should be a release button on this side…” He searched the wall, then frowned. “It’s not here. They must have removed it during the last renovation.” Grace pulled out her phone. No signal. “Great. So we’re stuck?”

My stomach growls, loud enough to echo, and I’m digging through the pantry for something—anything—when the buzzer shrieks through the apartment like it's trying to give me a heart attack. I flinch so hard I whack my elbow on the counter. “Motherf—goddamn it,” I hiss, cradling my arm. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” Please don’t be Ms. Donatelli. Please don't be Ms. Donatelli. The buzzer for the front door screeches again like a dying cat, slicing through the heavy silence. “I said I'm coming!” I yell once more, tripping over the corner of the rug as I fumble toward the door.

That thought disturbed her more than the thought of something killing in here. They got to the end of the corridor. “What is it with doors? You’d think by now some of these would have fallen apart. Whoever made them would make a mint in our realm. Doors that don’t decay, fall apart, age, warp, and stay balanced on their hinges. Geez.” Tom said. He grumbled and then looked apologetic. “Sorry, in our pack I swear I’m fixing at least one door a week because someone’s forgotten to open or decided they didn’t need to open a door before going through it. I’m not sure which we’ve lost more doors or brain cells with some of our Pack.”

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"N-n-no" "Do you want to interrupt the king right now after I told you he's aware of this" I tried to keep the waver from my voice. "My queen" I held my hands up. "It's fine. I'll just tell the King you denied me entry" I turned to walk out. "We're sorry. Please forgive us" I hid my smile and turned with a serious face. "Then open it quickly" they opened the gates quickly and I entered the dungeons, the guard behind me. I tried to avoid turning at the whimpers and screams I heard. This was a total torture chamber.

Long, leaf covered vines strung the expanse of at least two thirds of the entire building. A large wooden sign that read ‘TwentyOne’ in large Old English lettering that was burned into the wood, hung off a set of chains that were centered across the top peak above the door. The door itself looked to be oak, and it was completely solid. There was a large iron knocker in the center of the door that looked like a Griffin.