Red Door Yellow Door Stories Novels & Stories

Instead, I felt… safe. A soft click made me sit up. The door to my room opened slowly. A tall figure stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. “Who’s there?” I called, voice sharper than I intended. No answer. My hand fumbled for the lamp beside the bed. Golden light flooded the room. Radian stood just inside the door, still in his blood-stained hunting clothes, looking every inch the war-hardened wolf. My heart slammed against my ribs. “What are you doing here? This is dangerous. If Theron finds you—”

The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared. I reached for the handle uncertain of what I would find on the other side. I opened the door and stepped through it. It closed behind me with a click. I tried the handle, but it vanished in my hand. I turned to find a long white hall in front of me with doors on either side. I walked slowly filled with anticipation and fear. As I reached for the first door on the left, I froze as something told me not to open it. I stepped back as the door turned red.

Never told her that either. My fingers fumble, but after a minute, the lock clicks. The door creaks open, and a musty smell hits me, mixed with something weird, like a storm’s coming. Inside, it ain’t storage—it’s like some old tomb. Stone walls, shelves stuffed with dusty books, strange symbols scratched into the floor. A table in the middle has a glass case, and inside, something glows red, like a hot coal. My wolf goes crazy, claws tearing at my brain, begging me to get closer.

The buzzing of the flies, the hum of the refrigerator units, the traffic—it all died. The brick wall behind them—the dead end—dissolved. In its place stood a rectangle of absolute darkness, seven feet tall. It cut through the reality of the alley like a surgical incision. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a pulsing, violet light. The center was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within, stars spun in a bottomless void. It hummed with a violent, agitated energy, reacting to the raw emotion in the alley—the fear, the hate, and the crushing weight of the betrayal.

Taking one slow step to meet up with me, we continued down the hall. One step closer to being friends, check! We finally reached the family wing. These doors were huge, black with a hint of red. Demons are displayed on each of the panels and gold trim around each door. “You know my room.” Loki pointed to his door. His door had a dark green hue to it. “That’s Lucifer’s door,” he pointed to the room beside his. His door was the same as most of the others, dark with a hint of red. No personality on the door like Loki’s.

Each room has beds inside and basic bathrooms, all of the beds have chains on them …The sick fukers must have kept these woman chained up like animals. “Where are you Laila” I whisper untill I reach the last door…Its locked with my heart in my mouth we force the door from its hinges and when the door opens what I see inside breaksmy heart, and by the look on my teams faces I’m not the only one. Authors note. So what or who is behind the door? Are you team Ben, or team Adam still? Thank you for reading my story. You guys are amazing, leave me a comment as always I love to know your thoughts and If you could spare a gem that would be fabulous.

If he was sleeping with her it didn't stop us from having the fun of the summer and then going our separate ways after, but for some reason it still burned somehow. My hands were shaking. I should go get some water to drink. I stepped out of my room and shut the door, and that’s when I noticed that one room with a dark green door—a different color from every other door in this house. It was always locked but today, it was slightly ajar. Every time I asked Ben about it, he said it was nothing. But the gold plate above the door spelled EDEN. Like the garden? Should I go in? Maybe I should just go get my water and go back to sleep, but my curiosity got the better of me and with a pounding heart

I let out a breath I never knew I was holding and immediately made my way to the stack of metal rods at the corner. As I bent to pick one up, I noticed my cock dangling under me and I cursed under my breath. Steps approached the front door, boots crunching softly on the ground. They were close. No time for pants. I snapped the piece of cloth wrapped around them before picking up two of the rods. Slowly, I made my way to the door and placed a hand on the doorknob. I looked over my shoulder, glancing at Ava one last time, before opening the door and walking out.

Perhaps that is the distinguishing difference, and of course I have no way to tell what each color symbolizes. Suddenly, I hear voices from up ahead. They are getting louder so I know I will run into the owners of these voices soon. I panick and reach for the door handle to a grey door on my right. It's locked. I rush to the next one on the right, a pale yellow one, just past the last. It is locked too. Shit! I pray the next one opens and that it is empty. It is a bright red door and it isn't locked. I open it, rush inside, and quietly shut it behind me. My back is pressed up against the door. My eyes are closed and I am focusing on deep breaths so that my heart stops its chaotic fluttering.

“No my child, open your eyes like you are trying to see for the first time. Closing your eyes closes your sight within her mind and yours.” When I opened my eyes expecting to see her, I saw that I was stuck within a white hall with a few gold doors, red doors and black doors. “Good my child”, I heard her voice echo through the halls. I turned around trying to see her but she wasn’t there. “The gold ones represent her favorite memories. Red means her intimate ones and black means her dreadful ones”. I nodded my head and looked to the right where I saw a golden door. “Choose a memory for now and open it”.