Shining Room 217 Novels & Stories

The Hall of Shattered Mirrors The Architect gestured to the surrounding void, and suddenly, the "Throne Room" shifted. Thousands of translucent pillars rose from the floor, each one containing a shimmering, violet spark. Leo felt a cold, hollow dread wash over him. As he approached the nearest pillar, he saw a man inside. The man was glowing with the same solar-fused light, wearing the same shattered remains of a glass suit. It was Leo. He moved to the next pillar. Another Leo. This one was older, his face etched with centuries of cosmic exhaustion. The next was younger, still screaming in a voice that had no medium to carry it. Thousands of them—a forest of failed anomalies, stretching into

Xav shrugged, turning to the keyboard and hit the activate command keys. "We don't get the fun bits like D.H.D's, and it's actual magic not science," I gave him a small eye roll he chuckled at, pressing the last button of the access code. He gestured, "but, it's still cool as fuck." The metal shields on the windows pulled back. Below, a large hexagon room of carved dark grey polished stone, the centre curved to create a sloping platform that led to a wide flat stone and a large archway dug into the wall that circled like a mirror.

The ceiling framework has no sensors installed. Still a small amber light flickers on, just once, as if greeting her. And in the log system three floors up: :: NEW ROOM INITIATED – UNASSIGNED USER :: TRACE: NONVOCAL :: COMMENT: **SHE WAS NEVER IN THIS DESIGN. BUT THE WALLS HAVE BEEN WAITING AS IF SHE MIGHT STAY. Sector 21 Design Core – Render Room 3 “Compile.” :: ERROR: DESIGN UNSTABLE – USER EXPERIENCE DEGRADED

Zara’s POV The doors slam shut with a finality that vibrates in my teeth. The spire’s walls pulse faster, silver light strobing like a panicked heartbeat. Silas grips my hand, his shadows bristling. Selene stares at the crystal shard in her palm, its glow reflecting in her wide eyes. Ryland steps in front of us, his broken arm hanging limp, but his wolf’s snarl sharp and ready. “Show yourself!” I shout, my voice swallowed by the cavernous room.

Zenith I step into the training room after breakfast, the sunlight stretching across the polished wooden floors. The Haven of Shadows already hums with quiet anticipation. Darian, Lysander, and Elysia are seated in a rough semicircle, eyes wide but attentive. Esme and Selene hover near the back, tentative yet alert, like deer on the edge of a clearing.

“If you give me their room numbers, I won’t kill you.” “Okay,” he squeaked. “They’re in rooms 210, 211, 212, and 213, but the leader is in room 213.” I let go of his shirt, and he stepped back out of my reach with wide eyes. “Thanks,” I muttered, already halfway out the door. I ran all the way back to the car, where Adrian was leaning against the car. He straightened when he saw me. “I got it. They’re in room 213.”

I took her further inside, into the depth where darkness lived. A room opened. I threw her inside and turned on the lights. It was the infamous Red Room that had a room all around Asia. Every single one of the people from underground knew that I, Zohan Salvatore owned this room. Though it was a mystery and no one entered here except me ad now– Gloria, no one even wanted to visit here.

She said all beaming. “You ready to train with us today, Kier?” Galen asked as my mom opened the secret door. “You bet I am.” She smiled and walked through with us all. She had not known about the second secret room and was puzzled as to why we stopped and watched my mom until she opened the door with her shield. “Wow, I've never seen you use your shield and what is with this other room?” She said amazed. “It is a fireproof room for us to practice our shield bombs,” Galen said to Kieran as she looked around.

He is hiding something. "Come in," a voice says inside the hut. It sounds deep and firm. Tad motions to go in first but I hold his shirt, pulling him back. "Who is that?" I whisper, staring into his eyes. "Gabriel. The leader of the pack," he answers. He unlocks the door and opens it wide for me to enter. I slowly walk into the but holding my breath. Tad follows behind me and whispers into my ears. "Relax mi lady." His voice causes goosebumps to form on my skin. I hear light footsteps approaching the room we are in.

(gesturing to the room) “—this is war. And in war, there are no second chances.” Before Sienna could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. Both of them turned toward the window just as a shadow moved in the darkness. Enzo grabbed Sienna, his voice sharp. “Get down!” The crack of gunfire echoed through the room as chaos erupted around them.