Shining Room 217 Novels & Stories

She hit hard and slid down, groaning. I was enraged, and I couldn't stop being that way for some time now. I shifted further, fur rippling across my chest as I tackled Prime again. We smashed through a set of double doors into a long observation hallway lined with glass windows. On the other side of the glass were tanks. Rows and rows of gestation chambers filled with glowing liquid and growing wolf bodies. Sable caught up, breathing hard. “That’s the incubation wing! We need to get to the control room past it!”

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.

With his free hand, he tentatively touched the blade, as if he thought to pull it out. William pulled a second dagger and looked at the other guard. His eyes were popping with shock. “Step aside,” William ordered. The guard dropped his head and moved out of the way; his eyes trained on the floor as they passed. William entered the extravagantly decorated room like an enraged bull. His gaze flashed around the garishly expensive items; the crystal chandelier that occupied more than half of the recessed ceiling, three—he counted them, three life sized marble sculptures of Lycaon himself, and various paintings and furniture that dated all the way to ancient Rhome.

Chapter 11 - Obsession Lilith I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling, the dome-shaped chandelier casting shadows on my walls. The sound of people talking and light music had now faded to nothing, the funeral reception ending just over a couple of hours ago. My cheeks now aching from the constant smile I had to force on my face whenever someone came to speak to me.

"Hazel, you're the lead. If you refuse to play the part, the whole system glitches. That’s what happened in the vault." "It’s more than that," Silas said. He led us deeper into the tunnel until we reached a heavy metal door. He swiped a card, and the door hissed open. Inside was a room filled with screens and blinking lights. It looked like a small version of the command center from the simulation. In the middle of the room stood a tall, glass pillar. Inside the pillar was a single, glowing book. It wasn't made of paper. It was made of pure, golden light.

The executive floor slowly emptied as the evening stretched deeper into night. One by one, office lights dimmed behind glass doors. The distant sounds of ringing phones and clicking keyboards faded until only silence remained across the twenty-eighth floor of Stewart Crown Tower. Marilyn sat alone at her desk outside Raymond’s office, staring blankly at the city lights glittering beyond the massive windows. Crystal City looked beautiful at night. Cold. Luxurious. Untouchable. Much like the man currently sitting inside the office behind her.

She closed her eyes again— but this time— she didn’t fight it. She let it come. Slowly. Carefully. And then— another fragment appeared. Clearer this time. A phone in her hand. Her reflection in the mirror. Her lips moving. “…room 1708…” Aurora’s eyes snapped open again. Her breath hitched. “That’s…” She remembered the number. Before she even reached the hotel. Before anything happened. “How?” Her voice dropped. Confused. Sharp.

she shouted, surprising everyone, including herself. He turned, raising an eyebrow. “What?” “We can’t fight them and each other,” Anna said. “Truce. Just until we get the shard.” Damian hesitated but eventually nodded. “Fine. But don’t get in our way.” The two groups worked together, albeit grudgingly, using their combined skills to subdue the spirits and navigate the crypt’s labyrinthine corridors. --- The Shard At last, they reached the central chamber. The Mirror of Echoes stood tall, its surface rippling like liquid silver. Embedded in its frame was the shard, glowing with an otherworldly light.

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.

"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...."