Shining Room 217 Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I read up on that too.” “Well, Miranda, that practice has been dead for centuries now,” Lazarus pointed out. “Most of the rooms are still dirty with blood stains so only these four are available to use.” he pointed to the four yellow doors. “So go on and pick your rooms.” They finally made it to the end of the hall where it seemed a lot cleaner and comfortable. There was a couch sitting by the window big enough for a dozen people. The chandelier hung low with beautiful crystals and gold ornaments while the walls were painted in a striking bright green colour. “Well, obviously Shelly and I must have one for ourselves,” Duran spoke while pulling Shelly in the first bedroom he saw, slamm

Shine waited until night fall before she headed for the hotel. The gold-plated numbers on the door read Room 502. She was nervous as fuck. A part of her pestered her to shy away from the whole deal and go home. But she was here already. Shine stood in the hallway of the Treetops Hotel, her legs feeling jelly-like. She was wearing a trench coat over a sheer lace bodysuit, her breasts heavy and aching against the fabric.

Partially hidden. But visible. Marcus stared first. “No way.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed. Elias never moved. The numbers looked damaged. Still unmistakable. 2 Pause. 1 Pause. Final curve. Barely there. 7 The room went silent. Marcus looked at Elias. “You were right.” He did not answer. His eyes stayed fixed on the wall. Same number. Same corridor. Same ghost. Room 217B. Hospital. Second supply. Second possibility. Now hidden beneath ROOM TWO.

The beginning. Then she tapped the corner of the photograph. A detail Dani hadn't noticed before. A room number. Not 214. 217. Her pulse quickened. "What does that mean?" Stella swallowed. The movement looked difficult. Then answered. "The babies weren't switched in Room 214." The room froze. Completely. "What?" Julian's voice sounded dangerously calm. Stella pointed toward the photograph. "This was taken in Room 217." Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Because suddenly the foundation of everything had shifted.

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.

Chapter 23: First Steps in Shadow Ten days after her rescue, Raven stood in the deepest training chamber beneath Castle Valros. The room was carved from living obsidian—walls smooth and black, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Floating orbs of violet flame drifted near the ceiling, casting a cold, steady glow that never wavered. No windows. No echoes. Only the faint vibration of distant castle life filtering through stone, and the soft rustle of Victoria’s cloak as she moved to stand beside her.

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.

Not soft. Not vulnerable. Sharp. The lights in the room flicker violently this time. The bed shifts slightly beneath us. The air pressure drops. “She is escalating,” I say. “No,” Dylan replies. “She is done asking.” The reflection raises both hands. The wall behind her fractures into endless mirrored panels. Each one shows a different version of me. Standing. Turning. Reaching. Alone. Hundreds of me. Watching. The room temperature plummets. My breath fogs faintly.

Haz'th said after a while. The three of them ascended the twinkling glass staircases leading to the Throne Room, followed by more eyeballs and shadows. Passing through an unlit room that could have been anything, they reached the main hall. Bright lights were lit everywhere around them and instantly they knew it was for their benefit. The subjects around the throne manifested themselves into solid figures, but they looked weirdly translucent. They also seemed uncomfortable in the sudden light. "Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of House Zauarn, and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth of The Immortal Utopia. Welcome to The Realm of the Shadows," a voice boomed.

~ 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.