Staircase That Never Ends Novels & Stories

Naturally, the mansion was a really vast and mighty building with great mass and it is mostly empty that echoes call after you once a sound is made. The minimalistic grand staircase led up in a twirly and tworly style ascending to the top in all of it's grace and splendour. It was decorated with arch golden alloy and bronze steel wheeling upwards in defiance to the wall side of the building. The staircase created an arc below making way for an under basement that actually led underground. The base of the stairs was lepidolite and slowly enhanced to make sure it fits whoever goes under. "What do you think?" Annabelle asked and Alicia faced her smiling brightly. She was speechless but although

Behind me is a spiral staircase that leads up into total darkness. “Follow me,” he rasps, the words whispering over my neck as he leans down in the small space. A shiver of white-hot anticipation tingles up and back down my spine as I turn to follow him. He has to walk sideways up the staircase, which is too narrow even for me. It’s rickety, and I wince and reach out for him, clasping his shirt as the old metal shakes and groans. “Who will take the throne if the staircase collapses and we die?”

“Where are we –” “This way!” he yelled, yanking her suddenly in another direction. Behind them, Caitlin heard a crashing, followed by the sound of a mob, bearing down on them. They reached a circular staircase, made of stone, winding its way up along a wall. He ran full speed toward the steps, yanking her with him, and before she knew it they were racing up the steps, twisting in circles, taking them three at a time. They were ascending quickly. As they reached the top, it seemed to end in a complete wall. A stone ceiling was above them, and she could see no other way out. It was a dead-end. Where had he led them?

“Where are we –” “This way!” he yelled, yanking me suddenly in another direction. Behind us, I heard a crashing, followed by the sound of a mob, bearing down on us. We reached a circular staircase, made of stone, winding its way up along a wall. He ran full speed toward the steps, yanking me with him, and before I knew it we were racing up the steps, twisting in circles, taking them three at a time. We were ascending quickly. As we reached the top, it seemed to end in a complete wall. A stone ceiling was above us, and I could see no other way out. It was a dead end. Where had he led us?

It's so unfair! His mother died before he could even remember what she looks like. His father committed suicide when he was six, for crying out loud. His twin went missing at fifteen and left him to deal with the backlash... and even though he did came back a decade after; it still couldn’t soften the blow that his mate didn't want anything to do with him. Alastor's mate belongs to a different realm, after all. Completely out of his league is an understatement; his mate is immortal, a divine deity–their worlds are so far apart and he just wanted to tear his hair out and scream.

She gasped upon setting her foot on the first single spine straight stair, glass as the handrail. The stairs is snow white, completely white that would've made your eyeballs bleed if not for it's beauty. She's never loved white like she does this man's Chamber. It is a curved staircase and in between it, you could see the ground to ceiling, that almost reached the floor industrial chandelier with longer chains lightened up even with the sunlight beaming through the windows. It really is a sight for sour eyes, she can't take her eyes off of it.

We climbed up past the two bedrooms; each one spanning the entire width of the tree with only the hole for the stairs breaking up the expanse of floor. The staircase just kept swirling upwards, and we kept following it, room after room falling away beneath us; filled with interesting things I wanted to stop and investigate, but Tiernan kept urging me upward. The trunk began to narrow; the rooms getting smaller until they were just storage spaces. Then we came to a trap door in the ceiling set with brass hinges. Tiernan opened it and lowered a final set of steps. We went up them and emerged on the final platform.

The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand. Unlike before... it no longer felt cold. It felt alive. Then another sentence formed. "Choose before the Twelfth Door opens." The ground split apart. Far beneath the White Tree... a staircase appeared. Not made of stone. Not made of light. It was built from unwritten pages. Every step carried invisible words waiting to exist. The Stranger stared into the abyss. "I have seen ten Doors." "The First Reader has seen eleven." "But no one..." "...has ever crossed the Twelfth."

I need to move quickly. The elevator’s not working, of course, so I climb the stairs instead. Fifty floors of deserted, crumbling concrete. Each step is a reminder that I’m walking into the remnants of a dream that never came true. Each step is a deterrent for regular humans with regular human endurance and stamina to ever go exploring and find this place by accident. Fifty stories up, the manager’s office still stands. The last place Mr. M spent his days before everything fell apart.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin