Shining Room 217 Novels & Stories

Be careful. The Chamber of Reflection was a circular room with marble floors and stained glass depicting an ancient battle between light and dark. Priest Gideon was already waiting in the center of the room, standing beneath a beam of sunlight from the dome. He looked older than Siron remembered, with dark circles under his eyes. “Siron,” he greeted, his voice soft but tense. “Thank you for coming.” Siron stopped a few steps away from him. She could feel Morat circling the room like a tiger in a cage, angry and uncomfortable.

Shadows flickered at the edges of their vision, darting between the shelves. “I don’t like this,” Ryan muttered, his grip tightening on the makeshift weapon he’d taken from the forest. “Stay alert,” Logan warned. They rounded a corner and froze. In the center of the room stood a massive mirror, larger than any they had seen before. Its surface was cracked, but it still shimmered with an eerie light. Around it, the air seemed to pulse, distorting the space like a heatwave. “That’s it,” Logan said, his voice grim.

from its hinges and flew into the room. The room beyond was a nightmare of inverted physics. Furniture floated in the air, spinning in a slow, clockwise rotation. In the center of the room, the host was suspended four feet off the ground, his skin covered in glowing, black veins that pulsed with violet light. The demon- a Malphas-Class Void-Shifter - roared, using the host’s vocal cords to shatter the windows. Shards of glass flew toward the LNI team like guided missiles. "Phasing Shield!" Lucien barked.

They ascended quickly to the second floor, weapons ready. The hallway stretched before them, room numbers clearly marked. 211... 213... 215... A guard rounded the corner ahead, spotting them immediately. Diego fired first, a silenced shot that caught the man in the shoulder. He went down with a muffled cry, and Diego was on him in an instant, subduing him with a precise blow. "Conscious but quiet," Diego confirmed, zip-tying the guard's hands and feet. "Let's move." Room 217 appeared identical to the others – steel door, keypad lock, small observation window. Diego approached cautiously, peering through the reinforced glass.

"Son, is there something I should know about? You seem nervous and the panic room indicator went off not too long ago for this room." How? How could I forget that I upgraded the system so that every panic room had a trigger on it? If opened, the room would send a silent notification to Papa and me. "Oh yeah, I was just showing her where to hide in case anything happens and her and baby have to hunker down." Dietrich Shields wasn't anybody's fool and he damn sure wasn't going to made one. "Did you fix your problems like I told you to?" "Yeah, we're working on it. Still a little turbulence but she'll come around. Told her about the maze...."

Since the first shifting of every shifter always caused a lot of casualties, the room was built to hold down the enraged bodies of the shifters, thereby preventing them from causing harm to others. As the name implied, the room was filled with silver chains, platinum chains and other ordinary chains meant to hold down the shifters from running off and destroying everything on their path, due to bloodlust. Riven approached a particular table and gently placed Layla on it. Her eyes opened and he was shocked at the deep golden hue, eyes so like his own. "I want it to stop",she whispered as tears spilled down the side of her face. Riven placed a hand on her hair and was about to sooth her when s

The room was simple but elegant, decorated in soft, calming colors—pale blues and whites that reminded her of the ocean. She turned her head slightly, her body aching with the effort, and saw that the room was spacious, with a high ceiling and large windows that overlooked a pristine beach. The sight of the rolling waves and the endless horizon filled her with a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. It was as if the world itself had been reborn, cleansed of the darkness and pain that had plagued her life.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s here. We’re going to be okay.” The door to the safe room groaned under pressure. Cracks appeared in the reinforced steel. I pushed more power into the shield, but I was already exhausted from the earlier fighting. My shoulder still burned from the corruption graze, and my head was hurting like mad. Then the door exploded. A towering shadow creature filled the doorway, multiple void-like eyes staring straight at Lucas. It reached out with tendrils of darkness. “No!” I screamed. I threw everything I had left into a single blast. Golden-red energy collided with the creature, burning away layers of shadow. It shrieked and staggered back, but that was only one. There wer

Bodies lean into the dark, eyes sharp and heavy with want. The room is quiet, but it hums with need, every breath held for the moment something breaks. Every gaze finds me. They came to witness a fall, slow, shaking, undone. And they won't look away. Jutting out from one side of the room is a structure like a jewel box, The Viewing Room, two of its walls made of dark, tinted glass. Inside, the occupants will see only mirrors and shadows. Outside, the spectators see everything. Every gasp. Every tremble. Every fuck. It’s a stage wrapped in secrecy.