Staircase That Never Ends Novels & Stories

Sweat began to bead on his temples, and each upward step felt like climbing a mountain while carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. He passed floors dedicated to ancient libraries filled with forbidden texts, passed a star observatory whose dome was made of a single giant crystal—all empty, all silent, all suppressed under the ruler's aura. Finally, after a climb that felt like an eternity, he arrived at the last step before the summit. Before him lay a magnificent spiral staircase, ascending toward the only remaining destination. The staircase seemed to be carved from a single, solid piece of obsidian, its polished surface reflecting the dim light of the two moons in the

“The buildings and floating mountain you just saw was the true illusion. I have been waiting here for a very long time to meet you again, seed.” ‘What?’ Alex was dumbfounded. ‘This is not an illusion? It’s all real?’ “Then what is this place?” He spoke his mind. “What is this place?” The queen giggled once more. “Take a guess, but I suppose you won’t get it right. Do you know what the Heavenly Stairs are? Do you know… what lies at the end of all nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine steps?” Alex was utterly appalled. ‘This Undead Queen knows about this too! That means everything she says is true. This is really not an illusion.’

The faint pulse beneath her ribs fluttered in response. Aria nodded once, her fear turning to resolve. “Then let’s go.” The descent was slow and cold. Each step felt like walking through layered veils. The stone grew darker. The air pressed harder. The silence became *full,* humming with knowledge so dense it threatened to crack thought. The staircase ended at a massive circular chamber with no door, no shelves, no scrolls, just a mirror at the center, embedded in the ground. The surface shimmered like black water, rippling through untouched.

Vulnerabilities. When in doubt: keep moving, don’t fall. A staircase bent like a jointed arm, swinging toward us. It flattened for a second, becoming usable. “There!” I shouted, pointing. “Use it now—before it changes back!” Corvin didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the twisting stairs. We sprinted up, the stone under our feet flexing disturbingly. The staircase shifted mid‑run, turning more vertical. For a second, we were climbing, not running. Then it torqued sideways again, its upper half slamming into a balcony that hadn’t existed ten seconds before.

However, just as I spun around, the door was pulled open from the inside, and light flooded the hallway. “Nora? What are you doing here?” Elijah stepped out. His tall, imposing figure cast a shadow over me, his eyes sharp with intense scrutiny. I dug my fingernails hard into my palms, forcing myself to mimic the confused, dazed expression I always had during my episodes. “I-I don’t know… My head is spinning so fast. I think I saw those shadows again. They’re pacing around downstairs!” Elijah stared at me in silence for a few seconds. Finally, recovering his usual gentle demeanor, he guided me back into the room.

The steps were wide, long and far. Step by step, Samuel, who did not even know how many steps he had taken until the end, finally climbed up the stairs. He raised his head several times, but every time he saw the endless stairs, he simply lowered his head and walked up step by step like a machine without looking at them. After all, a long time had passed, and he suddenly noticed that the staircase beneath his feet was no longer an ordinary staircase. It was crystalline, translucent, and seemed like a stone yet wasn't, and seemed like jade yet wasn't.

The rusted hinges groaned, protesting the intrusion. Nevena deadpanned at the sight of the single spiral staircase wrapped upward along the cylindrical wall. “You sure about this, Junior?" "Oh yes" Junior ran ahead with boyish excitement, his footsteps clanging on the metal steps. “We’ll see the whole city from up there!” Nevena nodded, but however remained frozen at the base. The steps are narrow, steep, and inside was lit only by thin vertical slits that posed as windows. And right above her, the staircase seemed to twist into a tight tunnel of height she’d rather not face.

She couldn't find the butterflies in her stomach anymore. Before she knew what was going on, she saw herself standing before another staircase; not the staircase inside his Mansion. She has never set her eyes on this kind of staircase. It was old and had no end as she stared upwards. “Close your eyes. You can get watery eyes if you keep your eyes open.” He mumbled and grabbed her hands, leading the way into the staircase.

The screech echoes in my head, but when it’s fully open, cold air rushes out like the breath of the underworld. A stone stairway plunges down—no railing. No light. I take the first step. I can’t turn back. Seventy-two steps. I count each one, just like I did in those spiral-stair dreams of brides. But this is real. The walls are damp, and the stench of old blood clings to me. At the bottom, a triangular chamber. The stone walls covered in undecipherable symbols, except for one: “E”, carved repeatedly into the ceiling.

Layla apologised as she slumped her head, realising the mistake she’d just made. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it. Are you okay though?” worriedly said Nelle as she stroked the top of Layla’s head. “Yeah, I’m fine. Anyway, you must be busy I won’t bother you anymore.” Layla remembered what her main objective was and turned around to continue looking for a ladder to reach her book. Nelle stunned at Layla’s indifference, walked to the next aisle, where she seemed to have brought a box of returned books to restock. Layla followed her with high hopes, though there wasn’t any sign of a ladder.