Shining Room 217 Novels & Stories

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.

"I love you too" Thea led Adelynn into the hidden man hole in her bedroom. Together, they entered the basement. For a basement, the place looked like another paradise. Thea approached a mirror by the wall and opened a silver panel to reveal a keypad. She inputed a code and the mirror slid aside, revealing a different room with neon blue lights. They walked in and the mirror slid back into place. Adelynn's gaze fell on the diverse designs and sizes of guns hanging on the walls. "This is the safe room. No one apart from my husband can come into this place. We're safe here. Make yourself comfortable" Thea said, lowering herself onto a white couch. Adelynn sat down opposite her and facepalmed, t

Stella got back to her room as soon as the sunlight was dying on the horizon, leaving the streaks of red, yellow, and gold on it as she was looking through her window. She smiled before she was looking at the brunch that was hardly been eaten by Xavier. Then, she remembered the number that she received from Sam.

He muttered in a voice that only he could hear. "This was the room, Your Highness." The male student shyly said, "Thanks." He immediately bowed his head and left. Minerva couldn't help but shake her head. Afterward, she went inside the room. But to her surprise, she was the only one inside. She couldn't help but check the badge on her hand and look at the room number. It indicated that it was 214. And the room she was in was also Room 214. Ah, right. Zinnia had mentioned that they, the jeweled eye wielders, would take their exams in a room different from the others. But just because she couldn't see any doesn't mean that she was alone.

Surely the devil would keep himself better protected than one miserly guard? I look about one last time, checking behind the pillars before continuing through the double doors. The other side was as black as night. No candles or torches lit to light the way. Using my flames to help guide me, I walk down the hall to my left, which wound its way up in a narrow spiral staircase, and eventually lead out into a finely furnished room. Silence ensued, as I lightly step about the room. It seemed to be some kind of living apartment. The room was set out with large pillars around the perimeter holding up a high ceiling. In the middle were deep velvet chairs, and a highly shined wooden table. In one co

"Room 204." Damon nodded. "Got it. Let's get you there in one piece." Navigating through the crowded hallway, Damon felt a sense of responsibility and curiosity about Aqua. Her presence was comforting in a way he couldn't quite explain. She stole glances at him too, and he couldn't shake the feeling that their paths crossing was more than just coincidence. As they approached Room 204, Damon slowed down and turned to face her. "Here we are," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Are you sure you're okay now?"

— The hallway to Room 17 hadn’t been dusted in years. The door itself looked forgotten, almost like it had never been used. But the moment I placed the charm against the scanner— Click. It opened with a soft hiss. Inside, the air was colder. The lights were automatic, humming to life one by one, revealing— A therapy chamber. Steel walls. A single reclining chair. And video monitors, still flickering with static. Travis looked around, his expression unreadable. “She was here,” I whispered. “My mom. She came here.”

I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I finally said. Finally reminding myself what was happening and where I am. This was the Transformation Room, as they call it—or for short, TR. The Transformation Room is actually a hall in the Shadow Knight base, with eight fluorescent white lights lighting up the whole room. I think at least a hundred people could fit in if they stood touching one another. The floor was white, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors replaced the walls. I would look around anywhere, and I would look right into my own green eyes.

Like the place hadn’t just been waiting, but watching. She reached the bottom and slid the key into a rusted panel. The lock gave way with a low mechanical sigh. The door creaked open. Level C. Concrete floor. Black walls. Surveillance monitors, all dead. A row of sealed glass rooms—observation chambers. Every single one empty… Except the last. Room 07. Her room. Except this time, someone had scrawled something on the glass. “TEMPLE.” Lydia moved closer. The word was burned in—literally—charred into the glass by something heated, molten.

I see it in the way his nostrils flare. However, he just shrugs. “Whatever, man. Welcome to Shadowmire.” He points to a door at the end of the hall. “That one’s empty. Room 317. Get settled before the RA does rounds.” He walks away without looking back. I stand in the hallway with my every nerve screaming. The empty door stands before me. I push open Room 317. It is small. Three beds, three desks, and a narrow window overlooking the driveway. My hands shake as I close the door behind me.