Riddle Doors Novels & Stories

That felt dangerous. Like he was baiting her. Maya walked slowly to his office, her pulse picking up with every step. The door was ajar. His scent lingered in the air—cologne, cedar, something darker. She hesitated in the doorway. Part of her wanted to turn back. To pretend the mystery didn’t matter. But it did. She crossed the room, heart pounding, and knelt in front of the drawer. It was the only one locked, nestled beneath stacks of paper and a perfectly aligned row of books. She tugged the handle once, twice, testing the resistance.

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.

It looked like a separate apartment on its own. Inside the room were five different doors, obviously leading to different places, but this particular one stood out. It was a different color, a different design, and surrounded by cobwebs, like it hadn’t been opened for ages. Above the door was a bold inscription that read: DO NOT ENTER “Do not enter?” That alone increased my curiosity. I found myself standing up and walking toward the door. What could be in here? My mind raced. A few steps toward it, the main door cracked open, revealing Adrian. He looked like he had been running for a long time. His face was drenched with sweat, and he was panting heavily.

The walls of the corridor exhibit a pulsing rhythm aligned with the Core's activity, contributing to a faint vibration felt underfoot. Finally, Kael reaches the end of the corridor, where he encounters a pair of stone doors with intricate carvings that appear ancient and layered, indicating that multiple artisans over different periods contributed to the designs. A warm amber light seeped through the cracks of the door frame. The doors have no handles, no visible mechanism to open them, and no response to touch or pressure in the usual way. As he stands in front of the doors, the sound of distant screeches grows closer, prompting him to place both hands flat against the surface of the doors.

He shoved aside a chair blocking his way, completely ignoring the million-dollar payment code on the door, and frantically pried at the welded steel bars. The bars didn't budge. He grew desperate. He rammed them with his shoulder, bit them with his teeth, even bashed them with his head. "Open up! I need to pay! I'll pay!" He roared, blood streaming down his forehead from the impacts. The seemingly indestructible iron door cracked open a sliver. Beyond it wasn't a hallway but a blinding white light, accompanied by chaotic voices and hurried footsteps. Without a word, Dad dove headfirst into that white light.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

Edward glanced at the three strange doors and gulped. “Why only one shot?” “Because, you will enter the one you chose and only when the door closes behind you can you know where you are. When any of these doors closes, none of them will ever open for the same soul again.” Selene explained. Edward gulped once more, there was nothing to even give him a clue or something like that. “Can’t you give me a hint, I mean, how can I know which is which?”

“Wonderful.” The black circle pulsed. This time something fell from it. Not a creature. A memory. It hit the village road. And became a door. A real door. Wooden. Weathered. Standing by itself. Mason stared. “No.” Another fell. A second door. Then another. Doors began raining from the darkness. They landed throughout Wolf Ridge. In roads. Fields. Gardens. Beside cabins. Dozens. Then hundreds. Every one different. Red.

They are unstoppable and powerful. "If that's the case, how did we end up at the infirmary?" Raze asked the elder. "They told us they found you under the tree which is found at the entrance." Hail nodded at Jet's answer. The three of them passed onto different rooms with different names engraved on the wooden doors. Later on, they stopped at an extravagant-designed wooden door with "Red" on engraved on a gold plate. It is very different compared to other doors. Raze can't help but to wonder what's inside? Is it spacious? Does it have the same space just like what's inside ENVO? The curious lad shook his head and decided to focus on Hail who just opened the door, Jet following him.

Roberrick stood before the imposing golden doors that guarded his most prized possession – the fabled Golden Room. Its enigmatic allure had fueled his ambition for years, and now, he was finally here, on the threshold of his desires. He carefully turned the intricate key in the lock, the soft click echoing in the hushed corridor. With a gentle push, the doors swung open, revealing a room that gleamed with opulence.