Shining Room 217 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"The key." She hesitated only a second before handing him the brass key. Julian examined its unusual shape. "It isn't meant for a door." He inserted it into a tiny brass fitting hidden beneath the edge of the tile. A perfect fit. The mechanism resisted at first. Then— Click. A deep metallic rumble echoed behind the wall. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Slowly... A narrow section of wall slid inward. Ethan let out a quiet whistle. "So Room 217A wasn't demolished."

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

~ Covered in a cold sweat, Penny woke up from her nightmare. It took some time for the ghastly images to clear from her mind, and for her eyes to adjust to the dim light streaming through the windows into the room. This was not her apartment. She looked down where she sat on a bed that was not hers, wearing a shirt that was several sizes too big to be her own. Penny froze where she sat, panic tightening her chest. She moved nothing but her eyes now scanning the room, most of which was in shadows. To her left, the shadow shifted. Penny sat there staring into the darkness; she felt it staring back. Two eyes, the shade of pure gold, came from the shadows walking towards the bed.

“Give us some room, but keep your lights trained inside the room. Don’t give them a chance to exit. We’ll start by attacking anything that tries to reach out. Then we’ll work into the room and remove all chance of shadows, thereby weakening them and making it easier to kill them. If anyone feels foggy or your mind wanders. Say something or swing at the shadows closest to you. Got it?” The two men went to work, but it wasn’t long before Evan acted oddly. He had the wherewithal to pan his phone’s flashlight at the shadow to his left, and a shriek came from the spot when Angelica dropped her sword point down through a shadowy form and a grey greasy puddle formed. The men took their time clearin

Silas looks faintly disappointed. “You prefer chaos because it lets you feel morally alive.” “No.” I put my burned hand on the table. The mark lights. “I prefer doors that open from my side.” His eyes drop to the burn. “Then we do it the hard way.” He touches the table once, not a button, just a gesture the room has been trained to obey. The white room walls turn transparent. Outside, on the other side of the glass, twelve mirrors stand waiting. The supply schedule on the wall is laminated. Someone expected this room to keep needing paper. Clean. Patient. Mine. Silas says, “Bring the mirrors.”

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.