Novel & Cerita The Big Door Prize Novel

Then they finally reached the foothills. And froze. Immediately. Because the entrance had appeared. A doorway. Massive. Ancient. Golden. Built directly into the mountain itself. The doors were larger than castles. Covered in runes. Covered in symbols. Covered in history. Then Ava stared upward. Then: "No." Pause. Then: "Nope." Another pause. Then: "That's too big." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the doors began opening. Slowly. BOOOOOOOOM!

At the end stood a massive black door. Unlike everything else in the fortress, the door remained untouched by time. Ancient runes glowed across its surface. Powerful magic radiated from it. The kind that made Nova's skin crawl. A prison door. The realization struck immediately. This was it. Behind this door. Behind centuries of secrecy. Behind all the lies and missing history. Kieran waited. The mark on her wrist flared violently. The runes on the door responded. Silver light spread across the stone. The entire fortress trembled.

THE DOOR OF SACRIFICE The glowing passage led them deeper than any corridor they'd walked so far, the light ahead growing steadily warmer, redder, until it resolved finally into a massive stone door the color of dried blood. No carvings marked its surface. No symbols, no mechanisms, no puzzle waiting to be solved through patience or cleverness. Only Jonathan's final inscription, carved deep above the frame in letters larger than any they'd found elsewhere in Blackwood. "Every Key has demanded something. This one demands what you refuse to lose."

⸻ At the center of the library… A new door had appeared. Not black. Not silver. ⸻ White. ⸻ Pure white. ⸻ A door nobody had seen before. ⸻ Even the Keeper of Stories looked confused. 😨 ⸻ “That shouldn’t exist.” ⸻ The Witness narrowed its eye. 👁️ ⸻ “It’s not part of the story.” ⸻ The Writer stepped backward. ⸻ Because he recognized something terrifying. ⸻ The door wasn’t written. ⸻

I really need to see him. She shook her head fast, hugging her cleaning tray to her chest. Absolutely no one goes to see him unless he calls for you himself. I cleared my dry throat, feeling a little awkward. Oh. Well, I am brand new here. He actually did summon me. Her shaking hand slowly raised in the air. She pointed a frightened finger straight down the long hallway. At the very end stood a massive door made entirely of bright, shining gold. Three large, scary wolves were carved deep into the expensive metal. The door was so incredibly huge it almost looked like a city gate.

The memory suddenly brought chills down my spine, like I was walking into a death sentence. Without a word, Beta Blaise strolled further into the mansion. We took a turn to the left and stopped in front of a door. It was different from every other door here, unlike Ryker's door, which has a touch of grey, and the other doors, which were plain, honey - brown colour. This door was grey. A spear with a skull design around it was painted in the centre. The door clicked — no touch, no push. Just opened like it had heard a spell.

I couldn't pull the zip up myself so I just wrapped the duvet around my body so he wouldn't come out and eat me out hiding under the cover that I was naked. The room is so large and spacious, empty but uniquely filled with luxury. I stepped closer to another door, I twisted the door open, and was shocked to my bones. I pulled the door closed for a minute, maybe I was just in my thoughts imagining things. I twisted the door open again. They were still right there. Well arranged. There were about four of them. I wasn’t daydreaming because the door felt cold against my palm. My boxes are stacked carefully. My laptops

Just the house, settling. I turned the handle. To my surprise, it wasn’t locked. Elizabeth Gable was many things, but she wasn’t sloppy. If the door was unlocked, it was because she wanted to see if I was foolish enough to walk through it. It was a test. A test of discipline and compliance. I stepped out into the corridor. It was a gallery of ghosts. Portraits of stern-faced men and pale, elegant women lined the walls, their eyes following me with collective, silent judgment. At the far end of the hall hung the portrait of Claire Vane.

"She's dead as soon as she opens the door for them! Paolo will snatch everything he sees, Quinto will throw open all the windows to attract the zombies, and Marco will force her into giving up her supplies at knife point!" "And when they eventually kill her dog in the end, that good-for-nothing Valerio will still be too damn scared to even make a peep!" However, if I didn't open the door for them, all four of them would die outside my door. "Gemma Barletta!" Valerio pounded on the door again. "The zombies are right outside! You heard them! Hurry up and open the door!" Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before.

The doors were not engraved with animals but names. I caught something different in Ashyy's eyes when I asked about those two doors. He's hesitant. "Nothing good, come on," without any answer, he pulled me hastily. Upon reaching the next floor we entered a magnificent door. "Wow, It is so beautiful." A beautiful big library was settled in front of me. Piles of books were arranged nicely at those big oak cabinets designed with the ladder itself. My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving.